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NOVEMBER.
The fitful flaws sail over the river
For ever away, for ever away;
The scattering oak leaves whirl and quiver,
Tossed by the wind away.
For ever away, for ever away;
The scattering oak leaves whirl and quiver,
Tossed by the wind away.
The bare boughs wave to the bare wild sky,
Grey against solemn grey:
The dim waves break on the dim shore nigh,
And the shore and the waves are grey.
Grey against solemn grey:
The dim waves break on the dim shore nigh,
And the shore and the waves are grey.
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Take my heart in your mighty arms,
Wrapt in a mantle grey;
Bind it, O spirits, with awful charms,
And bear it away, away.
Wrapt in a mantle grey;
Bind it, O spirits, with awful charms,
And bear it away, away.
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