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Dull to myself, and almost dead to
My many fresh and fragrant mistresses;
Lost to all music now, since
Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing

The rainy season is
And the skirt of my dress is wet
You have gone off to distant lands,
And my heart finds it unbearable

If night should come and find me at my toil,
When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought,
And shallow furrows, cleft in stony soil Were all my labour:  Shall I count it
If only one poor gleaner, weak of hand,

By the road of
In the three-part shadow of troubled sleepI come to you the double the multipleas like you as the era of deltas
Your head is as tiny as
The nearby sea reigns with

Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black bromelias, lichens, owls, and the lint of the waterfalls cling, familiar, unbidden
In a dim age of water the brook sin...

The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale; The nightingale with feathers new she sings, The turtle to her make hath told her tale
Summer is come, for every spray now springs, The hart ha...