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Alfred Austin - A November Note
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Why, throstle, do you sing
 In this November haze?
 Singing for what? for whom?
 Deem you that it is Spring,
 Or that your lonely lays
 Will stave off Winter`s gloom?

 Then did the bird reply:
 ``I sing because I know
 That Spring will surely come:
 That is the reason why,
 Though menaced by the snow,
 Even now I am not dumb.

 ``But few are they that hear,
 And fewer still that feel,
 The meaning of my song,
 Until the note be clear,
 Re—echoed be the peal,
 Early, and late, and long.

 ``But you have heard and owned
 The sound of my refrain,
 Yet tentative and low.
 Thus, poet, be intoned
 Your own foreshadowing strain,
 Trusting that some will know:

 ``That some will know and say,
 When greetings of the Spring
 Wake Winter from its bed,
 This is the self—same lay
 We overheard him sing
 When dead hearts deemed him dead.``
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