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/ I. When in the wind the vane turns round, / And round, and round; / And in his kennel whines the hound; / When all the gable eaves are bound / With icicles of ragged gray, / A glinting gray; / There is little to do, and much to say, / And you hug your fire and pass the day / With a thought of the springtime, dearie.
/ II. When late at night the owlet hoots, / And hoots, and hoots; / And wild winds make of keyholes flutes; / When to the door the goodman's boots / Stamp through the snow the light stains red, / The fire-light's red; / There is nothing to do, and all is said, / And you quaff your cider and go to bed / With a dream of the summer, dearie.