V
Passion of laughter
Convulsed me, but then followed
Passion of weeping.
VI
'Twas winter weather
When yon bloomed forth before me—
Then summer flourished!
VII
Beauty's in all things!
Mom is lovely, but also
Lovely the night is.
VIII
The snow fell and robed
London's great guilty city
In purity's garb.
IX
I heard my love sing:
She knew not that I heard her,
Nor saw how I trembled.
X
Sunshine or tempest,
Desperation or triumph,
Come at her summons!
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