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WHEN mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, / And sedges were horny, / And summer's green wonderwork faltered / On leaze and in lane,
I fared Yell'ham-Firs way, where dimly / Came wheeling around me / Those phantoms obscure and insistent / That shadows unchain.