A Suicide Beneath the Capitulating Fall

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A Suicide Beneath the Capitulating Fall

If yet our only share is Autumn shed
Felled flecks of rusted Spring haunt too the Sage;
What vernal vestige to reverb'rate nigh?
For us, a frameless pane of leper sky-
No fissure draining forth the azure pool
Nor sunrise treading heav'n in cleft clouds cloaked;
But drowned twig carousels stir marinade
of flood-licked land, the pallid plume of fowl
Whereat the wan oak swoons its naked veins
A final shrug of lungs mists staid soiled scenes
Supine I watch my banished spirit twirl
Until the strained embosomed gavel springs
To toll quietus- nevermore to ring.

I can see that you are well read, and possibly in 17th-18th century poetry, but some of the words are do not sit very well for me. For example, felled flecks of rusted Spring-flecks are left after something is felled, if I am not wrong?
Also in my personal opinion, the line "supine I watch my banished spirit twirl" needs arrangement, as in "I lie, supine" for instance. 
All in all, maybe some rearrangement of lines, rewording some of the adjectives would help. Thank you for sharing