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ODE TO THE NORTH-EAST WIND.

WELCOME, wild North-easter!
Shame it is to see
Odes to every zephyr;
 Ne'er a verse to thee.
Welcome, black North-easter!
 O'er the German foam;
O'er the Danish moorlands,
 From thy frozen home.
Tired we are of summer,
 Tired of gaudy glare,
Showers soft and steaming,
 Hot and breathless air.

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