Straw in the Street

Straw in the street!
My heart, oh! hearken —
Fate thrums its song of sorrow!
The windows darken. . . .
O God of all tomorrow!

Straw in the street!
To wintry sleeping
Turns all our summer laughter.
The brooms are sweeping. . . .
There's naught for me hereafter!
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