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The storm clouds swirl against the moon, / The hawk flies black across the snow, / My steed shies at the shifting gloom, / The darkness thickens where I go. / But I ride on when stars are flown, / As one who journeys to his own.
From hamlets draped in frozen white / The flames of ruddy windows fall, / Above the lashing of the night / I hear the cheerful voices call. / The homely hearths are lit in vain / For one who rides across the plain.