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The plain was grassy wild and bare	B
Wide wild and open to the air	B
Which had built up everywhere	B
An under roof of doleful gray	C
With an inner voice the river ran	D
Adown it floated a dying swan	E
And loudly did lament	F
It was the middle of the day	C
Ever the weary wind went on	E
And took the reed tops as it went	F
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II	A
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Some blue peaks in the distance rose	G
And white against the cold white sky	A
Shone out their crowning snows	G
One willow over the river wept	H
And shook the wave as the wind did sigh	A
Above in the wind was the swallow	I
Chasing itself at its own wild will	J
And far thro' the marish green and still	J
The tangled water courses slept	H
Shot over with purple and green and yellow	I
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III	A
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The wild swan's death hymn took the soul	K
Of that waste place with joy	L
Hidden in sorrow at first to the ear	M
The warble was low and full and clear	N
And floating about the under sky	A
Prevailing in weakness the coronach stole	K
Sometimes afar and sometimes anear	N
But anon her awful jubilant voice	O
With a music strange and manifold	P
Flow'd forth on a carol free and bold	P
As when a mighty people rejoice	O
With shawms and with cymbals and harps of gold	P
And the tumult of their acclaim is roll'd	P
Thro' the open gates of the city afar	N
To the shepherd who watcheth the evening star	N
And the creeping mosses and clambering weeds	Q
And the willow branches hoar and dank	R
And the wavy swell of the soughing reeds	Q
And the wave worn horns of the echoing bank	R
And the silvery marish flowers that throng	S
The desolate creeks and pools among	T
Were flooded over with eddying song	S

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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