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Dark and dull night, flie hence away, / And give the honor to this day / That sees December turn'd to May. / ⋮ / Why does the chilling winter's morne / Smile like a field beset with corn? / Or smell like to a meade new-shorne, / Thus on the sudden? -- come and see / The cause why things thus fragrant be. / Herrick
When I woke the next morning it seemed as if all the events of the preceding evening had been a dream, and nothing but the identity of the ancient chamber convinced me of their reality. While I lay musing on my pillow I heard the sound of little feet pattering outside of the door, and a whispering consultation. Presently a choir of small voices chanted forth an old Christmas carol, the burden of which was --