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XXI.

The fairies break their dances
   And leave the printed lawn,
And up from India glances
   The silver sail of dawn.

The candles burnt their sockets,
   The blinds let through the day,
The young man feels his pockets
   And wonders what’s to pay.

A.E. Housman, Last Poems
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Public domain: first published in 1922.

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