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tall poplars beside the pool
 * Shiver and moan in the gusty blast,

The carded clouds are blown like wool,
 * And the yellowing leaves fly thick and fast.

The leaves, now driven before the blast,
 * Now flung by fits on the curdling pool,

Are tossed heaven-high and dropped at last
 * As if at the whim of a jabbering fool.

O leaves, once rustling green and cool!
 * Two met here where one moans aghast

With wild heart heaving towards the past:
 * Three tall poplars beside the pool.