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[00:10.21]I sit beside the fire and think
[00:20.08]of all that I have seen,
[00:29.83]of meadow-flowers and butterflies
[00:35.06]in summers that have been;
[00:44.30]Of yellow leaves and gossamer
[00:54.13]in autumns that there were,
[01:04.07]with morning mist and silver sun
[01:09.03]and wind upon my hair.
[01:18.28]I sit beside the fire and think
[01:28.05]of how the world will be
[01:38.34]when winter comes without a spring
[01:43.35]that I shall ever see.
[01:52.29]For still there are so many things
[02:02.16]that I have never seen:
[02:11.73]in every wood and every spring
[02:16.70]there is adifferent green.
[02:25.86]I sit beside the fire and think
[02:35.54]of people long ago,
[02:45.41]and people who will see a world
[02:50.79]that I shall never know.
[02:54.91]But all the while I sit and think
[02:59.81]of times there were before,
[03:04.32]I listen for returning feet
[03:09.85]and voices at the door.