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IKE brooms of steel

The Snow and Wind

Had swept the Winter Street,

The House was hooked,

The Sun sent out

Faint Deputies of heat—

Where rode the Bird

The Silence tied

His ample, plodding Steed,

The Apple in the cellar snug

Was all the one that played.