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The Winter Wind, the wind of death, / Who knocked upon my door, / Now through the key-hole entereth, / Invisible and hoar; / He breathes around his icy breath / And treads the flickering floor.
I heard him, wandering in the night, / Tap at my window pane, / With ghostly fingers, snowy white, / I heard him tug in vain, / Until the shuddering candle-light / With fear did cringe and strain.