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The shadows flickering, the daylight dying, / And I upon the old red sofa lying, / The great brown shadows leaping up the wall, / The sparrows twittering; and that is all.
I thought to send my soul to far-off lands, / Where fairies scamper on the windy sands, / Or where the autumn rain comes drumming down / On huddled roofs in an enchanted town.