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...caw ! the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain-passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting...Year, Crowned with wild flowers and with heather, Like weak, despised Lear, A king, — a king ! Then comes the summer-like day, Bids the old man rejoice...

...falling, Solemnly and slow ¡ Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling ; It is a sound of wo, A sound of wo ! Through woods and mountain passes, The winds like anthems roll ; They are chanting solemn masses, Saying, ' Pray for this poor soul. Pray — pray !' And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their...

...beads in drops of rain, And patter their doleful prayers ; But it is all in vain — All in vain 1 There he stands in the foul weather, The foolish, fond Old Year, Crown'd with wild-flowere and with heather, Like weak, despised Lear, A king — aking! Then comes...

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...caw ! the rooks are calling, It is a sound of wo, A sound of wo ! Through woods and mountain-passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting...Singing ; Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray ! The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain, And patter their doleful prayers;...

...falling, Solemnly and slow ; "Caw ! caw ! " the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like...Year, Crowned with wild flowers and with heather, Like weak, despised Lear, A king, — a king ! Then comes the summer-like day, Bids the old man rejoice...

...ti Solemnly and slow ; "Caw ! caw ! " the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like...Year, Crowned with wild flowers and with heather, Like weak, despised Lear, A king, — a king ! Then comes the summer-like day, Bids the old man rejoice...

...caw ! the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain-passes The winds, like anthems, roll ; They are chanting...Singing ; Pray for this poor soul, Pray, — pray ! The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain, And patter their doleful prayers...