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On my Bed of a Winter Night

ON my bed of a winter night,

Deep in a sleep, and deep in a dream,

What care I for the wild wind’s scream?

What to me is its crooked flight?

On the sea of a summer’s day,

Wrapped in the folds of a snowy sail,

What care I for the fitful gale,

Now in earnest, and now in play?

What care I for the fitful wind,

That groans in a gorge, or sighs in a tree?

Groaning and sighing are nothing to me;

For I am a man of steadfast mind.