The air right now is redolent with autumn
And places that he has yet to explore;
He hasn’t much to carry – that’s no matter –
He’s not weighed down with much to stay here for
He’ll say his brief goodbyes and then be going;
The rise, the fall are both his there to hold —
The autumn air is redolent with chances,
That aren’t outside the purview
Of the bold

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