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    trees are in tumn beauty,

    ths are dry,

    Under tober twiliger

    Mirrors a still sky;

    Upon ter among tones

    Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

    teentumn has come upon me

    Since I first made my count;

    I saw, before I had well finished,

    All suddenly mount

    And scatter w broken rings

    Upon their clamorous wings.

    I  creatures,

    And now my  is sore.

    Alls c t,

    t time on this shore,

    t of their wings above my head,

    trod er tread.

    Unill, lover by lover,

    the cold

    Companionable streams or climb the air;

    ts  grown old;

    Passion or conquest, wander whey will,

    Attend upon till.

    But no on till er,

    Mysterious, beautiful;

    Among w rushey build,

    By w lakes edge or pool

    Delight mens eyes when I awake some day

    to find they have flown away?