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Rh List, the crickets sing! Upon the mat of the frost-night, I, my raiment not yet unbound, Have to sleep alone."

'Tis not the stormy snow Luring the garden flower, But what is falling fast Is nothing but my own self."

My sleeves are like The wide sea rocks unseen Even at the lowest tide. Nobody would know That their tears never dry."