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VI.

[Again the fading fields]

Again the fading fields
Announce wild Winter nigh;
Each shed the harvest shields
From the inclement sky.
Low low'r the clouds
And o'er the plain,
Fast pours the rain
And swells the floods.
Loud o'er the lonely height
The lashing tempest howls;
And, through the tedious night
Wild scream the wailing owls;
While round the shores
Of Albion wide;
In foaming pride,
Old Ocean roars.