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X.THE WIND IN THE CASEMENT:

WRITTEN IN ILL HEALTH.

Silence, oh North-East wind thy saddening cry,
Silence, oh wind thine everlasting moan!
Is the child Innocence all naked thrown
Out on the freezing earth, is the great sky
Now made of lead for ever, nor again
May the heart cheer up nor sweet lips be curled?
Silence oh deadly wind! most sure the rain
That an indifferent and exacting world
Showers on us, the cold blast that ever blows
On one who wears no ermine, sings no song,
And finds no holidays, are enough strong
To give us daily aches and overthrows:
But with thy ceaseless inorganic wail
Like parting Providence,—who would not fail?