From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la Barca
A dream it was in which I found myself.
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The wind blew keenly from the Western sea,
And drove the dead leaves slanting from the tree--
Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith--
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I
AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
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Wake! For the Sun, who scattered into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
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'Tis a dull sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the yellow wood sighing:
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TIS a dull sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the yellow wood sighing:
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I
A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
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Once on a time from all the Circles seven
Between the steadfast Earth and rolling Heaven
The Birds, of all Note, Plumage, and Degree,
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