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...shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-boughs swaying blind, And on the glass the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle...the spell, and testified Of human life and thought ontside. We minded that the sharpest ear The buried brooklet could not hear, The music of whose liquid...

...shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree-houghs swaying blind, And on the glass the unmeaning beat Of ghostly finger-tips of sleet. Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unhound the spell, and testified Of human life and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear...

...drift its breath before; Low circling down its southern zone, The sun through dazzling snow-mist shone. Beyond the circle of our hearth, No welcome sound...lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. 6. As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown...