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Rh And there will be old yarn balls, and old spells

In broken lime-kilns, and old eyes will peer

For constant lovers in old spidery wells,

And old embraces will grow newly dear.

And some may meet old lovers in old dells,

And some in doors ajar in towns light-lorn;

But two will meet beneath a gnarly thorn

Deep in the bosom of the windy fells.

Then when the night slopes home and white-faced day

Yawns in the east there will be sad farewells;

And many feet will tap a lonely way

Back to the comfort of their chilly cells,