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Rh Or rather to behold her when

She plies for me the unresting pen,

And when the loud assault of squalls

Resounds upon the roof and walls,

And the low thunder growls and I

Raise my dictating voice on high.

I meanwhile in the populous house apart

Sit snugly chambered, and my silent art

Uninterrupted, unremitting ply

Before the dawn, by morning lamplight, by