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Alfred Lord Tennyson - In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15.
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To-night the winds begin to rise
        And roar from yonder dropping day:
        The last red leaf is whirl`d away,
The rooks are blown about the skies;
The forest crack`d, the waters curl`d,
        The cattle huddled on the lea;
        And wildly dash`d on tower and tree
The sunbeam strikes along the world:
And but for fancies, which aver
       That all thy motions gently pass
       Athwart a plane of molten glass,
I scarce could brook the strain and stir

That makes the barren branches loud;
       And but for fear it is not so,
       The wild unrest that lives in woe
Would dote and pore on yonder cloud

That rises upward always higher,
       And onward drags a labouring breast,
       And topples round the dreary west,
A looming bastion fringed with fire.
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