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There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Sad-Eyed and soft and grey thou art, o morn
Across the long grass of the marshy
Thy west wind whispers of the coming rain,
Thy lark forgets that May is grown