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T was long I lay Awake that night Wishing the tower Would name the hour And tell me whether To call it day (Though not yet light) And give up sleep! The snow fell deep With the hiss of spray; Two winds would meet, One down one street. One down another. And fight in a smother Of dust and feather. I could not say, But feared the cold Had checked the pace Of the tower clock By tying together Its hands of gold Before its face.

Then came one knock! A note unruffled Of earthly weather, Though strange and muffled.