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 Only the sea intoning,
 Only the wainscot-mouse,
  Only the wild wind moaning
   Over the read more 
 Only the sea intoning,
 Only the wainscot-mouse,
  Only the wild wind moaning
   Over the lonely house. 
 If cold December gave you birth,
 The month of snow and ice and mirth,
  Place on you read more 
 If cold December gave you birth,
 The month of snow and ice and mirth,
  Place on you hand a Turquoise blue,
   Success will bless whate'er you do. 
 Wild was the day; the wintry sea
 Moaned sadly on New England's strand,
  When first the thoughtful read more 
 Wild was the day; the wintry sea
 Moaned sadly on New England's strand,
  When first the thoughtful and the free,
   Our fathers, trod the desert land. 
 Shout now! The months with loud acclaim,
 Take up the cry and send it forth;
  May breathing read more 
 Shout now! The months with loud acclaim,
 Take up the cry and send it forth;
  May breathing sweet her Spring perfumes,
   November thundering from the North.
    With hands upraised, as with one voice,
     They join their notes in grand accord;
      Hail to December! say they all,
       It gave to Earth our Christ the Lord! 
 December drops no weak, relenting tear,
 By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared,
  Nor from the perfect circle read more 
 December drops no weak, relenting tear,
 By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared,
  Nor from the perfect circle of the year
   Can even Winter's crystal gems be spared. 
 The sun that brief December day
 Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
  And, darkly circled, gave at read more 
 The sun that brief December day
 Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
  And, darkly circled, gave at noon
   A sadder light than waning moon. 
 In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
 And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.  
 In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
 And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow. 
 In a drear-nighted December,
 Too happy, happy brook,
  Thy bubblings ne'er remember
   Apollo's summer read more 
 In a drear-nighted December,
 Too happy, happy brook,
  Thy bubblings ne'er remember
   Apollo's summer look;
    But with a sweet forgetting,
     They stay their crystal fretting,
      Never, never petting
       About the frozen time.