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Elegy in Autumn

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And, too, in bookmen’s mines of dusty ore Ever shall I remember how we delved, Plucking from out the musty treasure-store Rich rarities within the darkness shelved, Elated if we found Leaves that some name we long had honored bore In frayed morocco bound.

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