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  • Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
    And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
    Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
    And tread softly and speak low,
    For the old year lies a-dying.
    Old year you must not die;
    You came to us so readily,
    You lived with us so steadily,
    Old year you shall not die.

    Alfred, Lord Tennyson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson (Illustrated)”, p.348, Delphi Classics