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EDWARD FITZGERALD
��""TTMS a dull sight
A To see the year dying, When winter winds
Set the yellow wood sighing:
When such a time cometh
I do retire Into an old room
Beside a bright fire: O, pile a bright fire!
And there I sit
Reading old things,
Of knights and lorn dar While the wind sings O, drearily sings!
I never look out
Nor attend to the blast; For all to be seen
Is the leaves falling fast:
But close at the hearth, Like a cricket, sit I,
Reading of summer And chivalry Gallant chivalry!
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