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Rh Deals she an unkindness, 'tis but her rapid measure,
 * Even as in a dance; and her smile can heal no less:

Like the swinging May-cloud that pelts the flowers with hailstones
 * Off a sunny border, she was made to bruise and bless.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping
 * Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star.

Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried,
 * Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting:
 * So were it with me if forgetting could be willed.

Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring,
 * Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.

Stepping down the hill with her fair companions,
 * Arm in arm, all against the raying West,

Boldly she sings, to the merry tune she marches,
 * Brave in her shape, and sweeter unpossessed.