And from the town I walked away,
lamenting, alas, that I could not stay.
And though they ask that I might take
a rest before the frozen flake
does stream across dark winds howling,
I cannot delay.
Trudging amid the downy deep,
I shake my boots before I sleep.
And then with slumber I shall sail
through snowy woods and wintry vale.
sometimes I
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