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THE rain-drops plash, and the dead leaves fall, On spire and cornice and mould;

The swallows gather, and twitter and call, "We must follow the summer, come one, come all, For the winter is now so cold."

Just listen awhile to the wordy war,

As to whither the way shall tend, Says one, "I know the skies are fair And myriad insects float in air

Where the ruins of Athens stand.

"And every year when the brown leaves fall,
In a niche of the Parthenon

I build my nest on the corniced wall,
In the trough of a devastating ball
From the Turk's besieging gun."

Says another, "My cosey home I fit
On a Smyrna grande café,
Where over the threshold Hadjii sit,
And smoke their pipes and their coffee sip,
Dreaming the hours away."

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