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DDIE down, O dismal day! and let me live.And come, blue deeps! magnificently strewnWith coloured clouds—large, light, and fugitive—By upper winds through pompous motions blown.Now it is death in life—a vapour denseCreeps round my window till I cannot seeThe far snow-shining mountains, and the glensShagging the mountain-tops. O God! make freeThis barren, shackled earth, so deadly cold—Breathe gently forth Thy spring, till winter fliesIn rude amazement, fearful and yet bold,While she performs her custom’d charities.I weigh the loaded hours till life is bare—O God! for one clear day, a snowdrop, and sweet air!
DDIE down, O dismal day! and let me live.And come, blue deeps! magnificently strewnWith coloured clouds—large, light, and fugitive—By upper winds through pompous motions blown.Now it is death in life—a vapour denseCreeps round my window till I cannot seeThe far snow-shining mountains, and the glensShagging the mountain-tops. O God! make freeThis barren, shackled earth, so deadly cold—Breathe gently forth Thy spring, till winter fliesIn rude amazement, fearful and yet bold,While she performs her custom’d charities.I weigh the loaded hours till life is bare—O God! for one clear day, a snowdrop, and sweet air!
DDIE down, O dismal day! and let me live.And come, blue deeps! magnificently strewnWith coloured clouds—large, light, and fugitive—By upper winds through pompous motions blown.Now it is death in life—a vapour denseCreeps round my window till I cannot seeThe far snow-shining mountains, and the glensShagging the mountain-tops. O God! make freeThis barren, shackled earth, so deadly cold—Breathe gently forth Thy spring, till winter fliesIn rude amazement, fearful and yet bold,While she performs her custom’d charities.I weigh the loaded hours till life is bare—O God! for one clear day, a snowdrop, and sweet air!
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