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 Alone in the dark and after a long time She fell asleep and the rain dripped in the gutter, Dripped, dropped, and the wind washed over the roof And winter melted and she felt the flow Of the wind like a smooth river, and she saw The moon wavering over her through the water—

And after the rain the brook in the north ravine Ran blood-red—after the rain they found Purple hepaticas and violets. Have you seen Anemones growing wild in the wet ground? She took her shoes off and the stream ran red With a slow swirling and a swollen sound