Autumn in Sigulda, by W. H. Auden Hanging out of the train, I /
Bid you all good-bye.
Good-bye, Summer: /
My time is up. /
Axes knock at the dacha /
As they board it up: /
G...
Autumn in Sigulda, by Edwin Morgan From the last carriage I watch the place go by, /
goodbye,
goodbye my summer, /
we must go, /
axes stun the dacha now, /
my house, nail u...