Winds, of your vocal torment
And fright'ning merit
Exposed, we, this night, chime-hung
As linguists, unfit.
No cursed howl, casement-athwart
Ghostly moan, roof-sped.
Homestead and nerve, rattling; both!
Song; sweet spirited!
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