Midst soaking glooms stole away. Of
Gusty remorse swept up in.
Both unseasonable!
With gardener's fancy, and through his
Protective measures, what survives
For the recollectable
Is as safely guarded 'neath glass.
Now a conservatory held in!
Of an enflowering now!
Delighting, for what impresses
Of tender bearing; more so!
More so - sweet to avow.
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