In a rain and a snow
And all a skied woe
I delight in.
And how soon aft what falls
In their looks, for glum leaves
A death-wish through!
As close in time in fact
Merged, sigh on blown sigh
This wretch'ed two.
Yet in gazing above
Their's been no end of
Pleasure-viewing!
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