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OW thick the shades of evening close! How pale the sky with weight of snows! Haste, light the tapers, urge the fire, And bid the joyless day retire! Alas, in vain I try within To raise the dull dejected scene, While rouz'd by grief these fiery pains Tear the frail texture of my veins; While winter's voice, that storms around, And yon deep death-bell's groaning sound Renew my mind's oppressive gloom, 'Till starting horror shakes the room! Is