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And the wind in the chimney
Made a melancholy sound.

She had a look about her
That I wish I could forget-
The look of a scared thing
Sitting in a net!

Oh, beautiful at nightfall
The soft spitting snow!
And beautiful the bare boughs
Rubbing to and fro!

But the roaring of the fire,
And the warmth of fur,