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Christopher Brennan - "I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk; . ."
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I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk; 
 Ye have built you unmysterious homes and ways in the wood 
 where of old ye went with sudden eyes to the right and left; 
 and your going was now made safe and your staying comforted, 
 for the forest edge itself, holding old savagery 
 in unsearch`d glooms, was your houses` friendly barrier. 
 And now that the year goes winterward, ye thought to hide 
 behind your gleaming panes, and where the hearth sings merrily 
 make cheer with meat and wine, and sleep in the long night, 
 and the uncared wastes might be a crying unhappiness. 
 But I, who have come from the outer night, I say to you 
 the winds are up and terribly will they shake the dry wood: 
 the woods shall awake, hearing them, shall awake to be toss`d and riven, 
 and make a cry and a parting in your sleep all night 
 as the wither`d leaves go whirling all night along all ways. 
 And when ye come forth at dawn, uncomforted by sleep, 
 ye shall stand at amaze, beholding all the ways over-hidden 
 with worthless drift of the dead and all your broken world: 
 and ye shall not know whence the winds have come, nor shall ye know 
 whither the yesterdays have fled, or if they were.
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