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Song: ‘A spirit haunts the year’s last hours’

         
            I.

      A spirit haunts the year’s last hours
      Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers:
             To himself he talks;
      For at eventide, listening earnestly,
      At his work you may hear him sob and sigh
              In the walks;
              Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks
      Of the mouldering flowers:
           Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
              Over its grave i’ the earth so chilly;
           Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
              Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.

       

            II.

      The air is damp, and hush’d, and close,
      As a sick man’s room when he taketh repose
              An hour before death;
      My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves
      At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves,
              And the breath
              Of the fading edges of box beneath,
      And the year’s last rose.
           Heavily hangs the broad sunflower
              Over its grave i’ the earth so chilly;
           Heavily hangs the hollyhock,
              Heavily hangs the tiger-lily.
       


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