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Again at Christmas did we weave / The holly round the Christmas hearth; / The silent snow possess'd the earth, / And calmly fell our Christmas-eve:
The yule-clog sparkled keen with frost, / No wing of wind the region swept, / But over all things brooding slept / The quiet sense of something lost.