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Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow, / Seeking an entry for his weariness; / And in that dreadful company, Distress / And the sad Night with silent footsteps go. / On my poor hearth the brands are scarce aglow, / And in the woods without pale wanderers press; / Where, waning in the pines from less to less, / Mysterious hangs the hornéd moon, and low.
For now December, full of aged care, / Comes in upon the year and weakly grieves, / Mumbling his lost desires and his despair; / And with mad, trembling hand still interweaves / The dank sear flower-stalks tangled in his hair, / While round about him whirl the rotten leaves.