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O last of Autumn and Winter -- steeped in haze, / O sleepy seasons! you I love and praise, / Because around my heart and brain you twine / A misty winding-sheet and a nebulous shrine.
On that great plain, where frigid blasts abound, / Where through the nights, so long, the vane whirls round, / My soul, more free than in the springtime soft, / Will stretch her raven wings and soar aloft,