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XXXVI. Sad and cheerful Songs contrasted.
Sing me no more such ditties: they are wellFor the last gossips, when the snowy wind
Howls in the chimney till the very taper
Trembles with its blue flame, and the bolted gates
Rattle before old winter's palsied hand.
If you will sing, let it be cheerily
Of dallying love. There's many a one among you
Hath sung, beneath our oak trees to his maiden,
Light bird-like mockeries, fit for love in spring time.
Sing such a one.
D. I. B.
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