Rained upon, any place else
Would just be unpleasant.
But this is an English dell.
Fairy-lit; and not scant
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A balcony for a house!
Unto freshenings, sea-voiced
Itself an open window.
A sensory experience!
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In anticipation, what has been
Reached out for to savour
Morning-slow, in a summer's day
Of an orange colour
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A cloud; and some raindrops.
Gloominess; some woe.
What of a day went by
Above and below.
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Within this frailness, with frosty look
Best left, what hides Love's rose
At home, as upon a shelf.
Exudes my true self.
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Then dim, this, your fiery mien
Dull, that, your thunder;
To show yourself, to speak up
If a lorn father.
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Though each day's Sun awakes
To what, unchanged
In fealty to its ancient forbears
Tuneful arranged
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Blossom tree, there blown. Of who's face
Yonder strewn does blur now.
Fairest recall! When, piece by piece
That traced up does yet wow.
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Blessed? Unconditionally
Smiled o'er from on high?
Trite and childish! He'll need more
To feel it. For, cry.
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Inch by inch we uncovered them.
Abbreviating year by year
Mode up from ankles summer-sloshed;
Eve's rhythm-swirling gear.
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