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THOUGHT you a fire On Heron-Plantation Hill, Dealing out mischief the most dire To the chattels of men of hire There in their vill.

But by and by You turned a yellow-green, Like a large glow-worm in the sky; And then I could descry Your mood and mien.

How well I know Your furtive feminine shape! As if reluctantly you show You nude of cloud, and but by favour throw Aside its drape. . ..