An altered look about the hills - A Tyrian light the village fills - A wider sunrise in the morn A deeper twilight on the lawn - A print of a vermillion foot - A purple finger on the slope A flippant fly upon the pane - A spider at his trade again - An added strut in Chanticleer - A flower expected everywhere An axe shrill singing in the woods Fern odors on untravelled roads All this and more I cannot tell A furtive look you know as well And Nicodemus' Mystery Receives it's annual reply
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