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EVENING.
EVENING.
ARK! hear the sleet against the pane, And hear the wild winds blow!
It chills me with a shuddering dread,
This heavy, heaping snow,—
I cannot bear that all night long
The drifts should deepen so.
O darling, that this storm should beat
Upon thy lonesome bed!
O darling, that this drifting snow
Should heap above thy head,
And I not there to shelter thee,
And bear the storm instead!
Upon thy lonesome bed!
O darling, that this drifting snow
Should heap above thy head,
And I not there to shelter thee,
And bear the storm instead!
I trim anew the glowing fire,—
The flames leap merrily;
I make the lamplight bright and clear,—
Thou art not here to see.
Ah, since I sit here all alone
What are they all to me?
The flames leap merrily;
I make the lamplight bright and clear,—
Thou art not here to see.
Ah, since I sit here all alone
What are they all to me?
