ghost of sou ad, fitting well with this spectral 

 world, lying so low and still beneath crowd- 

 ing stars. V/i/iAu. jfuA^X^o- 



Shut you straitly away from it. - Draw 

 curtains close ; pile on logs till the red flame 

 leaps up the chimney throat. Bid winter 

 avaunt as you sun you in its warmth, and in 

 its deep heart you shall see visions, dream 

 dreams, 



