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UNREST
How good 'twill be to dream,When winter nights come soon,
By firelight's cheery gleam!
I'd ask no better boon.—
Lo, now the winter night
Has come; the fire's aglow:
Dream then and hug delight:
Freely, my fancy, flow!—
Woe's me! I hear the wind
Moan, like a child in pain:
Sad thoughts torment my mind:
Ah for the soft June rain!
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