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/ Behold! it was night; and the wind and the rushing / of snow on the wind, / And the boom of the sea and the moaning of desolate pines / that were thinned.
/ And the halls of fierce Erick of Sogn with the clamor of wassail / were filled, / With the clash of great beakers of gold and the reek of the ale / that was spilled.