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Rh lines of quiet rooks
 * Winging to their rest

Over where the pines are dark
 * ’Gainst the yellow West.

Gleaming pool and brown moor,
 * Stone, and bush, and tree

Slowly in the utter peace
 * Fade from you and me.

Ah! leave your hand in mine
 * Till the last light dies;

Thus… for ever… Nay, love,
 * Tears in your eyes?

, we challenge thee,
 * Say, if you meet her,

Sweet mouth or sweet eyes,
 * Which is the sweeter?

Which softer falls—
 * Tell if you know—

Snow upon water
 * Or snow upon snow?