The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen-wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worse to vex the lake,
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from
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