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See, the fire is sinking low, / Dusky red the embers glow, / While above them still I cower, / While a moment more I linger, / Though the clock, with lifted finger, / Points beyond the midnight hour.
Sings the blackened log a tune / Learned in some forgotten June / From a school-boy at his play, / When they both were young together, / Heart of youth and summer weather / Making all their holiday.