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The former four now ending their discourse,
Ceasing to vaunt their good, or threat their force
Lo other four step up, crave leave to
The native qualityes that from them flow:

Pigeons on the grass alas
Pigeons on the grass alas
Short longer grass short longer longer shorter yellow grass
Pigeonslarge pigeons on the shorter longer yellow grass alas pigeons on thegrass

Lo, now four other act upon the stage,
Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age:
The first son unto phlegm, grandchild to water,
Unstable, supple, cold and moist's his

Come, gentle Spring
ethereal Mildness
come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,

Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased,

See,
Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapours, and clouds, and storms

When time was young, & World in Infancy,
Man did not proudly strive for Soveraignty:
But each one thought his petty Rule was high,
If of his house he held the Monarchy

Four ducks on a pond,    A grass-bank beyond,    A blue sky of spring,    White clouds on the wing;    What a little thing    To remember for years—    To remember with tears

Spring
Another four I've left yet to bring on,
Of four times four the last Quaternion,
The Winter,

Lo now
four other acts upon the stage,
Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age
The first: son unto Phlegm, grand-child to water,

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Montego Bay, 10:00 P
M
A chandelier, a tiara, a hive of lights

Out of three or four in the
One is always standing at the window
Forced to see the injustice amongst the thorns,
The fires on the hills