The Morning Reading: "The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul"

from "Winter: A Dirge"
~ Robert Burns

The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,
The joyless winter-day,
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!

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