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When the wind works against us in the dark, / And pelts with snow / The lowest chamber window on the east, / And whispers with a sort of stifled bark, / The beast, / ‘Come out! Come out! '-
It costs no inward struggle not to go, / Ah, no!
I count our strength, / Two and a child, / Those of us not asleep subdued to mark / How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,-
How drifts are piled, / Dooryard and road ungraded, / Till even the comforting barn grows far away / And my heart owns a doubt / Whether 'tis in us to arise with day / And save ourselves unaided.