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IN the green and gallant Spring, / Love and the lyre I thought to sing, / And kisses sweet to give and take / By the flowery hawthorn brake.
Now is russet Autumn here, / Death and the grave and winter drear, / And I must ponder here aloof / While the rain is on the roof.