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/ The Winter Wind, the wind of death, / Who knocked upon my door, / Now through the keyhole 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 windowpane; / With ghostly fingers, snowy white, / I heard him tug in vain, / Until the shuddering candlelight / Did cringe with fear and strain.