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For weeks, for months I have not seen the sun;

The minatory dawns are leprous pale;

The felon days malinger one by one;

How like a dream Life is! how vain! how stale!

I, too, am faint; that vampire-like disease

Has fallen on me; weak and cold am I,

Hugging a tiny fire in fear I freeze:

The cabin must be cold, and so I try

To bear the frost, the frost that fights decay,

The frost that keeps her beautiful alway.