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Christopher Brennan - "The winter eve is clear and chill:"
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The winter eve is clear and chill: 
 the world of air is folded still; 
 the quiet hour expects the moon; 
 and yon my home awaits me soon 
 behind the panes that come and go 
 with dusk and firelight wavering low: 
 and I must bid the prompting cease 
 that bids me, in this charmed peace, 
 — as tho` the hour would last my will — 
 follow the roads and follow still 
 the dream that holds my heart in trance 
 and lures it to the fabled chance 
 to find, beyond these evening ways, 
 the morning and the woodland days 
 and meadows clear with gold, and you 
 as once, ere I might dare to woo.
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