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SONG
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EVENING

Long lines of quiet rooks
Winging to their rest
Over where the pines are dark
’Gainst the yellow West.

Gleaming pool and brown moor,
Stone, and bush, and tree
Slowly in the utter peace
Fade from you and me.

Ah! leave your hand in mine
Till the last light dies;
Thus… for ever… Nay, love,
Tears in your eyes?

SONG

Stranger, we challenge thee,
Say, if you meet her,
Sweet mouth or sweet eyes,
Which is the sweeter?

Which softer falls—
Tell if you know—
Snow upon water
Or snow upon snow?