January 2010
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The night was wild and shaken with winter storm, And fierce witch-winds rode screaming down the sky, And ominous blown night-birds cried without The shaken lattice of thine earliest home, That hour thy mother bore thee. And these things Reached, through her fearful thoughts, thy waking mind. And, as thy soul was given thee, there rushed in With it, wild turbulent spirits of the storm, And homeless...
