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HE dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees, Seem o'er the ruins of the year to mourn; And, cold and hollow, the inconstant breeze Sobs thro' the falling leaves and wither'd fern. O'er the tall brow of yongeryonder [sic] chalky bourn, The evening shades their gather'd darkness fling, While, by the lingering light, I scarce discern The shrieking night-jar sail on heavy wing. Ah! yet a littleand propitious Spring Crown'd with fresh flowers shall wake the woodland strain; But no gay change revolving seasons bring To call forth pleasure from the soul of pain! Bid Syren Hope resume her long-lost part, And chase the vulture Care—that feeds upon the heart!