.When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn feet I tread the peak,
That overbrows the mountains vale.
Redhorn; my doom!
Where twisted round the barren oak,
The winter vine in beauty clung,
And howling winds the stillness bro.
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