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 I shall desire and I shall find

The best of my desires;

The autumn road, the mellow wind

That soothes the darkening shires.

And laughter, and inn-fires.

White mist about the black hedgerows,

The slumbering Midland plain,

The silence where the clover grows,

And the dead leaves in the lane,

Certainly, these remain.

And I shall find some girl perhaps,

And a better one than you,

With eyes as wise, but kindlier,

And lips as soft, but true.

And I daresay she will do.