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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
III. “Now, while the Rear-Guard of the flying Year”
By Paul Hamilton Hayne (1830–1886)
NOW, while the Rear-Guard of the flying Year,
  Rugged December, on the season’s verge,
  Marshals his pale Days to the mournful dirge
  Of muffled winds in far-off forests drear,
Good friend! turn with me to our in-door cheer;        5
  Draw nigh, the huge flames roar upon the hearth,
  And this sly sparkler is of subtlest birth,
  And a rich vintage poet souls hold dear;
Mark how the sweet rogue wooes us! Sit thee down,
  And we will quaff, and quaff, and drink our fill,        10
  Topping the spirits with a Bacchanal crown,
Till the funereal blast shall wail no more,
  But silver-throated clarions seem to thrill,
  And shouts of triumph peal along the shore.

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