A subtle beauty is yours, a quieter
Affirmation of it mine.
The days, exquisite, are built on such
Proportions as I define.
Spirit that hovers o'er a chill lit stillness
Of a patch of early spring's
Paler of its jonquil, demurrer of
Its snowdrop, this maid enrings.
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