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The twilight is sad and cloudy, / The wind blows wild and free, / And like the wings of sea-birds / Flash the white caps of the sea.
But in the fisherman's cottage / There shines a ruddier light, / And a little face at the window / Peers out into the night.
Close, close it is pressed to the window, / As if those childish eyes / Were looking into the darkness, / To see some form arise.
And a woman's waving shadow / Is passing to and fro, / Now rising to the ceiling, / Now bowing and bending low.
What tale do the roaring ocean, / And the night-wind, bleak and wild, / As they beat at the crazy casement, / Tell to that little child?
And why do the roaring ocean, / And the night-wind, wild and bleak, / As they beat at the heart of the mother, / Drive the color from her cheek?