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When held up to the window pane, What fixed my baby stare? The glory of the glittering rain, And newness everywhere.

Alfred Austin

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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Rain
Pane
Window
Glittering
Glory
Newness
Baby
Stare
Staring
Fixed
Held
Everywhere

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