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Why did you bring me here? / The sand is white with snow, / Over the wooden domes / The winter sea-winds blow -- / There is no shelter near, / Come, let us go.
With foam of icy lace / The sea creeps up the sand, / The wind is like a hand / That strikes us in the face. / Doors that June set a-swing / Are bolted long ago; / We try them uselessly -- / Alas, there cannot be / For us a second spring; / Come, let us go.