As long its walk, moist o'erhangs
This way, that, joint-wended;
As long, you, chill-wetted through
Have, of it, re-stated:
'I doubt this late winter day
Of dullness, redeemably
In a brightness of showing
Any, looked on can be! '
Shake this paling tumbling mass
A pear tree's, musky-full
And tell me if you are not
Splashed of the beautiful?
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