After the rains stopped came the sun
The rain kissed earth let go of the memory
In feverish vapours.
The dianthus sat up
On the wet flower bed
And shook from her languid limbs
The earthy passion of the night before.
A brilliant raceme of laburnum
Lay broken on the wayside
The pendulous sun shot its florets
At the upstart.
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