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The North wind
Whirled its icy chill
From hill to hill,
And flung the
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Books are, Oh, such charming friends!
I stand mine in a row.
I love to see their shiny backs
And titles all aglow.
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To weep,
And not decry the pain;
To hope,
and not despair at unfulfilllment;
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The Northern Winter

The North wind
Whirled its icy chill
From hill to hill,
And flung the
Pearl-white snow
In sheets
To fall,
And rise agin.

The enchanged howl
Of the plaintive wind
Pierced my ear;
And the frigid air
Dripped
From an ungloved
Fingertip.

Thus does memory
So sharp in age
With youthful recollection
So engage:
The Northern Winter!

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