LOUD and low in the chimney

The squalls suspire;

Then like an answer dwindles¹

And glows the fire,

And the chamber² reddens and darkens

In time like taken breath.

Near by the sounding chimney

The youth apart

Hearkens with changing colour

And leaping heart,

And hears in the coil of the tempest

The voice of love and death.

Love on high in the flute-like

And tender notes

Sounds as from April meadows

And hillside cotes;

But the deep wood wind in the chimney

Utters the slogan of death.

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