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 For such a world and such a night

Most fitting that unwarming light,

Which only seemed where'er it fell

To make the coldness visible.

Shut in from all the world without,

We sat the clean-winged hearth about.

Content to let the north-wind roar

In baffled rage at pane and door,

While the red logs before us beat

The frost-line back with tropic heat;

And ever, when a louder blast

Shook beam and rafter as it passed,

The merrier up its roaring draught

The great throat of the chimney laughed.

The house-dog on his paws outspread

Laid to the fire his drowsy head,

The cat's dark silhouette on the wall