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One winter's end I much bemused my head
In tasked attempts to drive it up to date
With what the undelighting moderns said
Forecasting human fate.
And then, with nothing unforeseen to say
And no belief or unbelief to bring,
Came, in its old unintellectual way,
The first real day of spring.
In tasked attempts to drive it up to date
With what the undelighting moderns said
Forecasting human fate.
And then, with nothing unforeseen to say
And no belief or unbelief to bring,
Came, in its old unintellectual way,
The first real day of spring.
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