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hwome in the dead o’ the night, &emsp;When the yields wer all empty o’ vo’k, An’ the tuns at their cool-winded height &emsp;Wer all dark, an’ all cwold ’ithout smoke; An’ the heads o’ the trees that I pass’d &emsp;Wer a-swaÿèn wi’ low-ruslèn sound, An’ the doust wer a-whirl’d wi’ the blast, &emsp;Aye, a smeech wi’ the wind on the ground.

Then I come by the young widow’s hatch, &emsp;Down below the wold elem’s tall head, But noo vinger did lift up the latch, &emsp;Vor the vo’k wer so still as the dead;