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Voice on the Wind, and Other Poems

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<h2>THE WIND OF WINTER</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> The Winter Wind, the wind of death, Who knocked upon my door, Now through the key-hole entereth, Invisible and hoar; He breathes around his icy breath And treads the flickering floor. </div> <div class="stanza"> I heard him, wandering in the night, Tap at my window pane, With ghostly fingers, snowy white, I heard him tug in vain, Until the shuddering candle-light With fear did cringe and strain. </div> <div class="stanza"> The fire, awakened by his voice, Leapt up with frantic arms, Like some wild babe that greets with noise Its father home who storms, With rosy gestures that rejoice And crimson kiss that warms. </div> <div class="stanza"> Now in the hearth he sits and, drowned Among the ashes, blows; Or through the room goes stealing 'round On cautious-stepping toes, Deep mantled in the drowsy sound Of night that sleets and snows. </div> <div class="stanza"> [Pg 9] And oft, like some thin fairy-thing, The stormy hush amid, I hear his captive trebles ring Beneath the kettle's lid; Or now a harp of elfland string In some dark cranny hid. </div> <div class="stanza"> Again I hear him, imp-like, whine Cramped in the gusty flue; Or knotted in the resinous pine Raise goblin cry and hue, While through the smoke his eyeballs shine, A sooty red and blue. </div> <div class="stanza"> At last I hear him, nearing dawn, Take up his roaring broom, And sweep wild leaves from wood and lawn, And from the heavens the gloom, To show the gaunt world lying wan, And morn's cold rose a-bloom. </div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> [Pg 10] <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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