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O the clammy cold November,

And the winter white and dead,

And the terror dumb with stupor,

And the sky a sheet of lead;

And events that came resounding

With the cry that All was lost,

Like the thunder-cracks of massy ice

In intensity of frost—

Bursting one upon another

Through the horror of the calm.

The paralysis of arm

In the anguish of the heart;

And the hollowness and dearth.

The appealings of the mother

To brother and to brother

Not in hatred so to part—

And the fissure in the hearth

Growing momently more wide.

Then the glances 'tween the Fates,

And the doubt on every side,

And the patience under gloom

In the stoniness that waits

The finality of doom.