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The melancholy days are come, / The saddest of the year; / Of houses closed and doorbells dumb / And windows dark and drear.
Now Dives to his country seat / Has hied himself away, / And Tabby turned into the street / Must shift as best she may.
No more the cushion soft as silk, / The catnip ball no more; / No more the saucer full of milk / Behind the pantry door.
Nor shall she in the temple prey / Upon the lean church mouse; / The good Lord, too, has gone away / And closed his city house.
When Dives hies him back once more / To his town house, oh, shame! / Tabby will greet him at the door, / But not -- no, not the same.