The air is damp, and hushed, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves.
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Source Notes: "Song [A spirit haunts the year's last hours]." A lyric written in Tennyson's youth at Somersby and published in 1830.
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