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 A MEMORY

sounds of night that drip upon the ear,

The pluméd lapwing's cry, the curlew's call,

Clear in the far dark heard, a sound as drear

As raindrops pelted from a nodding rush

To give a white wink once and broken fall

Into a deep dark pool: they pain the hush,

As if the fiery meteor's slanting lance

Had found their empty craws: they fill with sound

The silence, with the merry round,

The sounding mazes of a last year's dance.

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