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It could not last,
That dreamy mood: the gleam has died away,
The air grows cooler as the broadening grey
Swallows the sunset; and the noisy caw
Of homeward-flying rooks breaks through the awe
That held my spirit—and now the earth appears
Nought but the work-day world of smiles and tears.
My day is ended!
That dreamy mood: the gleam has died away,
The air grows cooler as the broadening grey
Swallows the sunset; and the noisy caw
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That held my spirit—and now the earth appears
Nought but the work-day world of smiles and tears.
My day is ended!
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