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I sit beside the fire and think |
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of all that I have seen, |
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of meadow-flowers and butterflies |
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in summers that have been; |
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Of yellow leaves and gossamer |
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in autumns that there were, |
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with morning mist and silver sun |
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and wind upon my hair. |
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I sit beside the fire and think |
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of how the world will be |
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when winter comes without a spring |
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that I shall ever see. |
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For still there are so many things |
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that I have never seen: |
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in every wood and every spring |
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there is adifferent green. |
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I sit beside the fire and think |
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of people long ago, |
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and people who will see a world |
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that I shall never know. |
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But all the while I sit and think |
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of times there were before, |
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I listen for returning feet |
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and voices at the door. |
