Wait for me, late August

You’ll wait for me. Through evenings drenched in sun,

Low light that draws the summer out and out;

When that last choice of yours has been let free

In leafy solitude; with August, gone,

As stranger colours tend that thought to doubt,

You’ll feel the heart of cold, and wait for me.

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