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'Twas in October; o'er the plain Careered the frenzied Maenad-train With loosened hair; on russet breasts The ivy with the hop-sprig rests.

'Twas January; flowers no more; Birdless the field, and at the door A beggar cowered in silent woe, His garb and beard bedecked with snow.

And there I sped with gaze outspread, And deep within my heart I said: "This self-same landscape will arise —How oft!—before my wearied eyes." "Songs of the Pilgrim" (1895).