The wind that’s howling round the eaves
Sings a dreary song,
The branches whipping, without leaves,
Snap and click along.
The rain taps out the rhythm on
My weeping window pane,
While white caps whirl the waves they spawn
Then dip and whirl again
The music of a winter day
Might seem to be so drear,
Yet it’s a song I love to play
Of blust’ry winter cheer!
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