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[Chill November's sullen breath]
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Chill November's sullen breathWraps the torpid heavens in cloud,
All the woods lie still in death,
With the brooding mist for shroud.
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Winter now no more in scornDay by day the world reprieves,
And the frail flowers latest born
Moulder with the mouldering leaves.
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All things sink to gloomy rest,Cold the fallow sleeps in gloom,
Cold my heart lies in my breast,
Like a corpse within the tomb.
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But when spring bids flower and birdWake with joy, in winter's bane,
Then may Love with magic word
Raise my heart to life again.
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