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<h2> XI </h2>
<p>Kindling autumnal fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace<br/>
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(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks!)<br/>
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Strikes me especially pleasant this evening. Before all my tinder<br/>
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Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,<br/>
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She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,<br/>
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Making a festival where lovers will warm up the night.<br/>
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Then in the morning, officious, she'll leave the bed of her lover,<br/>
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Rouse adroitly the flames out from their ashes anew.<br/>
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Cupid has lent to her above others the gift of cajoling<br/>
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Up from the ashes desire, just when slumber's begun.<br/></p>
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