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/ The moon looks cold / On the withered wold; / The wind blows fierce and free: / The thin snow sifts / And stings and drifts, / Blown by the haunted tree.
/ The gnarled tree groans; / And sighs and moans, / And shudders to its roots: / Is it the fear / Of a footstep near? / Or the owl in its top that hoots?