Reap away! you early storms!
blow the icy gales! the sudden shows!
clash and collide! in winter's might,
till surrenders every man, and reforms every light,
till gone all regrets, and no man warms in no glows,
till none be to yearn for no warm summer nights.
Reap away! till all world in frozen time!
follows but the ticking of frozen rime!
Reap and rage away! till ever spiral the gales,
and fills the air with summer's frozen wails.
And let the morning find itself like ice, brittle and hard,
as fitting, after the night's long blizzards.
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