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WINTER CLOUD.

O nameless Fear, which I would fain contemn!
The swarthy wood-marge, skeleton'd with snow
Driv'n by a sharp north-east on bough and stem;
The broad white moor, and sable stream below
Blurr'd with great smoke-wreaths wandering to and fro;
That monstrous cloud pressing the night on them,
Cloud without shape or colour, drooping slow
Down all the sky, and chill sleet for its hem;—
Such face of earth and time have I not watch'd
In other years: why now my spirit sinks,
Like captive who should hear, in helpless links,
Some gate of horror stealthily unlatch'd,
Who shows me? but Calamity methinks
Is creeping nigh, her cruel plot being hatch'd.