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CHAPTER III
SAMHAIN
On November first was Samhain ("summer's end").
"Take my tidings:
Stags contend;
Snows descend—
"A chill wind raging,
The sun low keeping,
Swift to set
"Dull red the fern;
Shapes are shadows;
Wild geese mourn
"Keen cold limes each weaker wing,
Icy times—
Such I sing!
Graves:First Winter Song.
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