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The year is lapsing into time Along a deep and songless gloom, Unchapleted of leaf or bloom.

And mute between the dusk and prime The diligent earth resets her loom,-- The year is lapsing into time Along a deep and songless gloom.

While o’er the snows the seasons chime Their golden hopes to reillume The brief eclipse about the tomb, The year is lapsing into time Along a deep and songless gloom Unchapleted of leaf or bloom.