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/ Noera, when sad Fall / Has grayed the fallow; / Leaf-cramped the wood-brook's brawl / In pool and shallow; / When, by the woodside, tall / Stands sere the mallow.
/ Noera, when gray gold / And golden gray / The crackling hollows fold / By every way, / Shall I thy face behold, / Dear bit of May?