There is a woman looking out a window at the outside
Some things that can only be whispered here.
Our frail hut is glum and sullen, Dim with twilight and with care. Why, dear granny, have you fallen Silent by the window there? Has the galeâs insistent prodding Made your drowsing senses numb, Are you lulled to gentle nodding By the whirling spindleâs hum?
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Our frail hut is glum and sullen, Dim with twilight and with care. Why, dear granny, have you fallen Silent by the window there? Has the galeâs insistent prodding Made your drowsing senses numb, Are you lulled to gentle nodding By the whirling spindleâs hum?
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