Harken! - the clouds mustered in dark -
So painfully easing.
Hush! - hearest ye the yew doting;
Its years of yore in a mire
Each like a corpse within its grave;
Wrought for us a yearn of lief;
Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe;
Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses;
Ne er ere hath it exist d so sonorously -
Jostl d away the pale drape
That us had been o erhung -
Tempt d thy shutters to open
And thus quench d the hearth;
Thou giv st to misery all thou hast: the cold -
With weal embrac d the sprounting landscape
Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight -
This joy subdueth until it again waneth
Save the drooping winter of stalwart.

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