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The host, he says that all is
And the fire-wood glow is bright;
The food has a warm and tempting smell,-But on the window licks the night.
Pile on the logs...
Give me your hands,
Friends!
No,- it is not fright...
But hold me... somewhere I heard demands...
And on the window licks the night.
Harold Hart Crane
Harold Hart Crane (July 21, 1899 – April 27, 1932) was an American poet. Provoked and inspired by T. S. Eliot, Crane wrote modernist poetry that
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