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The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts.

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George Meredith
Age: 81 †
Born: 1828
Born: February 12
Died: 1909
Died: May 18
Novelist
Poet
Prosaist
Writer
Portsmouth
England
Sun
Fields
Coming
Water
Earth
Shouts
Shout
Waters
Golden

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