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Four O’clock·

The Air grew chill, the Sky was grey; |K☊P. ♊︎ des.| |●| | ☽|

The Black Cock crowed, and far away

Another answered. In a dream

The Kobold drank thick clotted Cream,

And chased Roast-Goose. He woke and sighed,

And turned upon his other side.