But all sorts of things and weatherMust be taken in togetherTo make up a year,And a sphere.
When the night-wind bewaileth the fall of the year,And sweeps from the forest the leaves that are sere;I wake from my slumber and list to the roarAnd it saith to my spirit, "No more, never more!"epes sargent
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