BEFORE THE STORM.
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A whir and sweep of snow-white wings, Soft brown-flecked breasts, now here, now there A-sway upon the ragged weeds Or darting through the wintry air. I watch you from the frosted pane Beside the glowing hearth-stone warm, And shudder as I hear the wail Of angry winds before the storm. —Mary Morrison.
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