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The winter wind is loud and wild

Come close to me, magical spell

Forsake thy books, and mateless play

And, while the night is gathering grey

We'll talk its pensive hours away

And I am glad to watch the blaze

To feel her cheek so softly pressed

I think of deep glens, blocked with snow

And, in the red fire's cheerful glow

I dream of moor, and misty hill

Where evening closes dark and chill

For lone, among the mountains cold

Lie those that I have loved of old

And my heart aches, in hopeless pain

Exhausted with repinings vain

That I shall greet them never again

That I shall greet them never again

Father, in early infancy

When you were, far beyond the sea

I often sat, for hours together

Through the long nights of angry weather

Raised on my pillow, to descry

The dim moon struggling in the sky

Or, with strained ear, to catch the shock

Of rock with wave, and wave with rock

Your fervent hope, through storm and foam

Through wind and ocean's roar

To reach at last, the eternal home

(Based on the poem "Faith and Despondency" by Emily Brontë)