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PICTURES IN THE FIRE   The wind croons under the icicled eaves—     Croons and mutters a wordless song,   And the old elm chafes its skeleton leaves     Against the windows all night long.   Under the spectral garden wall,     The drifts creep steadily high and higher   And the lamp in the cottage lattice small     Twinkles and winks like an eye of fire.   But I see a vision of summer skies     Growing out of the embers red,   Under the lids of my half-shut e