What was known, was known. They asked
the artist who had sat all that bright morning, cool upon the hill,
to draw the trees in front of him, as sunlight crept
among the leaves, now here, now there,
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Yaay, it was love. :) I liked how this piece carried a thought from the last. 'the dewdrops one by one, sun-sipped; ' was a beautiful line of imagery, and the language had more motion, giving this piece soft streaks of daylight. Enjoyed.