... bards of old, Of autumn's showers, or winter's cold. Sound slept they on the 'nighted hill, Lulled by the winds, or bubbling rill, Curtained within the winter cloud, The heath their couch, the sky their shroud; Yet theirs the strains that touch the heart,— Bold, rapid, wild, and void ... — Ballad Book • Katherine Lee Bates (ed.)
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