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Night Wind

Darkness like midnight from the sobbing

Clamours with dismal tidings of the

Roaring as rivers breaking loose in

To spread and foam and deluge all the

The cotter listens at his door

Half doubting whether it be floods or

And through the thickening darkness looks

Thinking of roads that travel has to

Through night's black depths in danger's garb

And the loud glabber round the flaze soon

When hushed to silence by a lifted

Of fearing dame who hears the noise in

And thinks a deluge comes to drown the

Nor dares she go to bed until the tempest drops

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John Clare

John Clare (13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864) was an English poet. The son of a farm labourer, he became known for his celebrations of the English cou…

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