  While raves the midnight storm, And roars the rain upon the windy roof, Heart held to heart and all the world aloof, We laugh secure and warm. This chamber of our bliss Might seem a fortress by a haunted main, Which shouting hosts embattled charge in vain, Powerless to mar our kiss. O life, O storm of years, Our walls are built against your shattering siege; Our dwelling is with Love, our sovereign liege, And fenced from change and tears. |
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