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Now comes the fierce north easter bound	A
About with clouds and racks of rain	B
And dry dead leaves go whirling round	A
In rings of dust and sigh like pain	B
Across the plain	B
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Now twilight with a shadowy hand	C
Of wild dominionship doth keep	D
Strong hold of hollow straits of land	C
And watery sounds are loud and deep	D
By gap and steep	D
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Keen fitful gusts that fly before	E
The wings of storm when day hath shut	F
Its eyes on mountains flaw by flaw	G
Fleet down by whistling box tree butt	F
Against the hut	F
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And ringed and girt with lurid pomp	H
Far eastern cliffs start up and take	I
Thick steaming vapours from a swamp	H
That lieth like a great blind lake	I
Of face opaque	I
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The moss that like a tender grief	J
About an English ruin clings	K
What time the wan autumnal leaf	J
Faints after many wanderings	K
On windy wings	K
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That gracious growth whose quiet green	L
Is as a love in days austere	M
Was never seen hath never been	N
On slab or roof deserted here	O
For many a year	M
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Nor comes the bird whose speech is song	P
Whose songs are silvery syllables	Q
That unto glimmering woods belong	P
And deep meandering mountain dells	Q
By yellow wells	Q
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But rather here the wild dog halts	Q
And lifts the paw and looks and howls	Q
And here in ruined forest vaults	Q
Abide dim dark death featured owls	Q
Like monks in cowls	Q
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Across this hut the nettle runs	Q
And livid adders make their lair	R
In corners dank from lack of suns	Q
And out of foetid furrows stare	R
The growths that scare	R
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Here Summer's grasp of fire is laid	S
On bark and slabs that rot and breed	T
Squat ugly things of deadly shade	S
The scorpion and the spiteful seed	T
Of centipede	T
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Unhallowed thunders harsh and dry	U
And flaming noontides mute with heat	V
Beneath the breathless brazen sky	U
Upon these rifted rafters beat	V
With torrid feet	V
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And night by night the fitful gale	W
Doth carry past the bittern's boom	X
The dingo's yell the plover's wail	W
While lumbering shadows start and loom	X
And hiss through gloom	X
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No sign of grace no hope of green	L
Cool blossomed seasons marks the spot	Y
But chained to iron doom I ween	L
'Tis left like skeleton to rot	Y
Where ruth is not	Y
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For on this hut hath murder writ	Z
With bloody fingers hellish things	Q
And God will never visit it	Z
With flower or leaf of sweet faced Springs	Q
Or gentle wings	Q

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