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year lies fallen and faded On cliffs by clouds invaded, With tongues of storms upbraided, With wrath of waves bedinned; And inland, wild with warning, As in deaf ears or scorning, The clarion even and morning Rings of the south‑west wind.

The wild bents wane and wither In blasts whose breath bows hither Their grey‑grown heads and thither, Unblest of rain or sun;