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When showers are led by rainbows, and the heart Is all bloom and green leaves, was : A band of pearls, white like the brow o'er which They past, kept the bright curls from off the fore-head; thence They wandered to her feet—a golden shower. She had that changing colour on the cheek Which speaks the heart so well; those deep-blue eyes, Like summer's darkest sky, but not so glad— They were too passionate for happiness. Light was within her eyes, bloom on her cheek, Her song had raised the spirit of her race Upon her eloquent brow. She had just told Of the young 's deeds,—how he had stood Against a host and conquered; when there came