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With trembling fingers did we weave / The holly round the Christmas hearth; / A rainy cloud possess'd the earth, / And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
At our old pastimes in the hall / We gambol'd, making vain pretence / Of gladness, with an awful sense / Of one mute Shadow watching all.