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in a bleak December My heart had summer time; Crouched by the glowing ember, We found an Eden's clime. The storm that shook the casements Made laughter in my ears; No frown thy gloom, December, Sweet rain that was not tears.

All in the month of roses My heart is like to die; Now winter's gloom encloses, We thought it passed us by; And so my young companions Fall laughing back from me: For dreary melancholy Is no good company.