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ies, the last flowers, Amid my withering bowers. In the sunny garden bed Lilies look so pale, Lilies droop the head In the shady grassy vale; If all alike they pine In shade and in shine, If everywhere they grieve, Where will lilies live? [October enters briskly, some leafy twigs bearing different sorts of nuts in one hand, and a long ripe hop-bine trailing after him from the other. A dahlia is stuck in his buttonhole.] _October._ Nay, cheer up, sister. Life is not quite over, Even if the year has done with corn and clover, With flowers and leaves; besides, in fact it's true, Some leaves remain and some flowers too. For me and you. Now see my crops: [Offering his produce to September. I've brought you nuts and hops; And when the leaf drops, why, the walnut drops. [October wreaths the hop-bine about September's neck, and gives her the nut twigs. They enter the cottage together, but without shutting the door. She steps into the background: he advances to the hearth, removes the guard, stirs up the smouldering fire, and arranges several chestnuts ready to roast.] _October._ Crack your first nut and light your first fire, Roast your first chestnut crisp on the bar; Make the logs sparkle, stir the blaze higher; Logs are cheery as sun or as star, Logs we can find wherever we are. Spring one soft day will open the leaves, Spring one bright day will lure back the flowers; Never fancy my whistling wind grieves, Never fancy I've tears in my showers; Dance, nights and days! and dance on, my hours! [Sees November approaching. _October._ Here comes my youngest sister, looking dim And grim, With dismal ways. What cheer, November? _November._ [Entering and shutting the door.] Nought have I to bring, Tramping a-chill and shivering, Except these pine-cones for a blaze,-- Except a fog which follows, And stuffs up all the hollows,-- Except a hoar frost here and there,-- Except some shooting stars Which dart their luminous cars Trackless and noiseless through the keen night air. [October, shrugging his shoulders, withdraws into the ba
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