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944 The New House

rOW first, as 1 shut the door,

I was alone In the new house ; and the wind Began to moan.

Old at once was the house,

And I was old, My ears were teased with the dread

Of what was foretold,

Nights of storm, days of mist, without end;

Sad days when the sun Shone in vain old griefs and griefs

Not yet begun.

All was foretold me; naught

Could I foresee; But I learn'd how the wind would sound

After these things should be.

945 A dies tr of

"ES. I remember Adlestrop The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hiss'd. Some one clear'd his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop only the name

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