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Rh Black the driving raincloud breasts the iron gate-way:
 * She is forth to cheer a neighbour lacking mirth.

So when sky and grass met rolling dumb for thunder
 * Saw I once a white dove, sole light of earth.

Prim little scholars are the flowers of her garden,
 * Trained to stand in rows, and asking if they please.

I might love them well but for loving more the wild ones:
 * O my wild ones! they tell me more than these.

You, my wild one, you tell of honied field-rose,
 * Violet, blushing eglantine in life; and even as they,

They by the wayside are earnest of your goodness,
 * You are of life's, on the banks that line the way.

Peering at her chamber the white crowns the red rose,
 * Jasmine winds the porch with stars two and three.

Parted is the window; she sleeps; the starry jasmine
 * Breathes a falling breath that carries thoughts of me.