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“Song” was published in Vol. 83, No. 6, of The Harvard Advocate on May 24, 1907. 

Song

When we came home across the hill
    No leaves were fallen from the trees;
    The gentle fingers of the breeze
Had torn no quivering cobweb down.

The hedgerow bloomed with flowers still,
    No withered petals lay beneath;
    But the wild roses in your wreath
Were faded, and the leaves were brown.
 

This poem is in the public domain. 

This poem is in the public domain. 

T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot

Born in Missouri on September 26, 1888, T. S. Eliot is the author of The Waste Land, which is now considered by many to be the most influential poetic work of the twentieth century.

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Miss Nancy Ellicott
Strode across the hills and broke them,	
Rode across the hills and broke them—	
The barren New England hills—	
Riding to hounds	        
Over the cow-pasture.	
 
Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked	
And danced all the modern dances;	
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,	
But they
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Twelve o'clock.	
Along the reaches of the street	
Held in a lunar synthesis,	
Whispering lunar incantations	
Dissolve the floors of memory	        
And all its clear relations,	
Its divisions and precisions.	
Every street lamp that I pass	
Beats like a fatalistic drum,	
And through the spaces of the dark
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They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,	
And along the trampled edges of the street	
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids	
Sprouting despondently at area gates.	
 
The brown waves of fog toss up to me	        
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,	
And tear from a passer-by with