Listen, the wind is still, And far away in the night See! the uplands fill With a running light. Open the doors. it is warm; And where the sky was clear Look! the head of a storm That marches here! Come under the trembling hedge Fast, although you fumble... There! did you hear the edge Of winter crumble Open the doors. it is warm; And where the sky was clear Look! the head of a storm That marches here!