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Full text of "New Poems And Variant Readings"

THIS GLOOMY NORTHERN DAY  29
If nothing "else he had, He who has this, has all This comforts under pain ; This, through the stinging rain, Keeps ragamuffin glad Behind the wall
This makes the sanded inn
A palace for a Prince, And this, when griefs begin And cruel fate annoys, Can bring to mind the joys Of ages since.
THE WIND IS WITHOUT THERE AND HOWLS IN THE TREES
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees,
And the rain-flurries drum on the glass : Alone by the fireside with elbows on knees
I can number the hours as they pass. Yet now, when to cheer me the crickets begin,
And my pipe is just happily lit, Believe me, my friend, tho' the evening draws in,
That not all uncontented I sit.