ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.
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'Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned By those that are not entirely beautiful; ' what a great line.
Good said but im not yet unterstand