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	By the Lake 
	Across the flat and the pastel snow 
	Two people go . . . . 'And do you remember 
	When last we wandered this shore?' . . . 'Ah no! 
	For it is cold-hearted December.' 
	'Dead, the leaves that like asses's ears hung on the trees  
	When last we wandered and squandered2 joy here;  
	Now Midas your husband will listen for these  
	Whispers--these tears for joy's bier.'  
	And as they walk, they seem tall pagodas;  
	And all the ropes let down from the cloud  
	Ring the hard cold bell-buds upon the trees--codas  点击  收听单词发音 
 
 
 
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