Autumn copper-plates the leaves
Where fall-flames flare;
Through birch and larch its firewarp weaves
In burning air.

Red drops of dragon’s blood, leaves fall
Twist, turn, and curl:
Ideas and feelings that through all
Subconscious swirl

Float through the fathoms of the mind
And spin brain’s skeins:
Dark life-lines tangle-tied to bind
And hold, like reins.

Dare-glare of asking silence seeks:
Its quest-light beams.
On sleeping trees the sunshine-streaks
Melt leaves to dreams.

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