The Author A. E. Housman

The fairies break their dances

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    The fairies break their dances
    And leave the printed lawn,
    And up from India glances
    The silver sail of dawn.

    The candles burn their sockets,
    The blinds let through the day,
    The young man feels his pockets
    And wonders whatÂ’s to pay.

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