That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow.
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapors, and Clouds, and Storms.
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I crown thee king of intimate delights,
Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness,
And all the comforts that the lowly roof
Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours
Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
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RGB: 126 27 22
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Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I'm not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
And blind me to a standstill if it must.
