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 162 AMY LOWELL

��Flutter in the breeze

As they please.

And I weep ;

For the lime tree is in blossom

And one small flower has dropped upon my bosom.

And the plashing of waterdrops

In the marble fountain

Comes down the garden paths.

The dripping never stops.

Underneath my stiffened gown

Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble

basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding. But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.

What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown ! I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the

ground. All the pink and silver crumpled up on the

ground. I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the

paths, And he would stumble after Bewildered by my laughter.

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