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Rh White sails furl; or on the ocean borders
 * White sails lean along the waves leaping green.

Visions of her shower before me, but from eyesight
 * Guarded she would be like the sun were she seen.

Front door and back of the mossed old farmhouse
 * Open with the morn, and in a breezy link

Freshly sparkles garden to stripe-shadowed orchard,
 * Green across a rill where on sand the minnows wink.

Busy in the grass the early sun of summer
 * Swarms, and the blackbird's mellow fluting notes

Call my darling up with round and roguish challenge:
 * Quaintest, richest carol of all the singing throats!

Cool was the woodside: cool as her white dairy
 * Keeping sweet the cream-pan; and there the boys from school,