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IN WINTER.

Heavy clouds in the waning light,
Flakes are falling feather-white,
Dreary gusts of winter blow,—
Close your window to the snow!
Bright and light looks all within
Now the stormy days begin,
Shadows there flit to and fro,—
Close your window to the snow!
Moans the night-wind o'er the wide,
Love will hold you safe inside,
Through the falling flakes I go,—
Close your window to the snow!