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Rh Courage

The Dead

S, when the viols of autumn deeply sob,

And from the trees are reft the withered leaves

Ensanguined with the life-blood of the year,

That they with outstretched, barren arms bewail,

The gardener brushes up the leaves;

So, when from England's tree of life are reft 52