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WINTER.
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I love thee, Winter, though thy name
Comes harshly on the ear,
And foes have called thy frosty face
The saddest of the year:
They say thy tears in hailstones fall—
That bitter blasts are in thy call—
That all things shudder, when thy cry
In the wild tempest rushes by.