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"Hospes comesque corporis, / Quae nunc abitis in loca?"
Cease, Wind, to blow / And drive the peopled snow, / And move the haunted arras to and fro, / And moan of things I fear to know / Yet would rend from thee, Wind, before I go / On the blind pilgrimage.