Shown Where She Lives
"There is nature, shade-repressed
Shyer expressed".
That wall, beyond, one's face, too, in
Sweet violet's, hid?
"Moss-damp, but of none such crept
Slug, snail-eyed wept".
Which path, to whose doorway as well
Soon, love-gleamed, mid?
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