Alone in the dark and after a long time
She fell asleep and the rain dripped in the gutter,
Dripped, dropped, and the wind washed over the roof
And winter melted and she felt the flow
Of the wind like a smooth river, and she saw
The moon wavering over her through the water—
And after the rain the brook in the north ravine
Ran blood-red—after the rain they found
Purple hepaticas and violets.
Have you seen
Anemones growing wild in the wet ground?
She took her shoes off and the stream ran red
With a slow swirling and a swollen sound
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