Charles Hanson Towne - Unhappiness
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High on the hills, the miser, Autumn sits,
Hoarding his wondrous wealth of treasured gold;
Yet in the night I hear his grieving voice
In every wind that sweeps across the wold.
Charles Hanson Towne
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Hoarding his wondrous wealth of treasured gold;
Yet in the night I hear his grieving voice
In every wind that sweeps across the wold.
Charles Hanson Towne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unhappiness-4/
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