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[LIX. Long golden days and mellow nights]
Long golden days and mellow nights
Have lit and dimmed this earthly scene,
The trees have bloomed in reds and whites,
And now again are tawny green,
Have lit and dimmed this earthly scene,
The trees have bloomed in reds and whites,
And now again are tawny green,
Since, in the glooming winter snow,
I laid thee from the world apart,
And felt the chilly season flow
Inward upon my shrinking heart.
I laid thee from the world apart,
And felt the chilly season flow
Inward upon my shrinking heart.
Long summer-days may come and go,
In sunshine or in silver rain,
The scented flowers may bud and blow,
The fields may sprout in fruitful grain;
In sunshine or in silver rain,
The scented flowers may bud and blow,
The fields may sprout in fruitful grain;
Yet in the fiercest blaze of day,
When all the panting world stands still,
One thought will wrap the whole in gray,
And strike me with that wintry chill.
When all the panting world stands still,
One thought will wrap the whole in gray,
And strike me with that wintry chill.
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