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Winter Evening
The storm wind covers the
Whirling the fleecy snow drifts,
Now it howls like a wolf,
Now it is crying, like a lost child,
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The storm wind covers the
Whirling the fleecy snow drifts,
Now it howls like a wolf,
Now it is crying, like a lost child,
When snow falls against the window,
Long sounds the evening bell…For so many has the
Been prepared, the house set in order
From their wandering,
To-night the very horses springing by Toss gold from whitened nostrils
In a dream The streets that narrow to the westward gleam Like rows of golden palaces; and high From all the crowded chimneys tower and die A thousand aureoles
Down in...