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XL. She sweeps with many colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in, You dropped an amber thread; And now you 've littered all the East With duds of emerald! And still she plies her spotted brooms, And still the aprons fly, Till brooms fade softly into stars    And then I come away. FORTY SHE SWEEPS WITH MANY COLOUR'D BROOMS AND LEAVES THE SHREDS BEHIND O HOUSEWIFE IN THE EVENING WEST COME BACK AND DUST THE POND YOU DROPPED A PURPLE RAVELLING IN YOU DROPPED AN AMBER THREAD AND NOW YOU'VE LITTERED ALL THE EAST WITH DUDS OF EMERALD AND STILL SHE PLIES HER SPOTTED BROOMS AND STILL THE APRONS FLY TILL BROOMS FADE SOFTLY INTO STARS AND THEN I COME AWAY
 Wonderful rotation By but twelve performed! XXXVII. A THUNDER-STORM. The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, -- He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like hands And throw away the road. The wagons quickened on the streets, The thunder hurried slow; The lightning showed a yellow beak, And then a livid claw. The birds put up the bars to nests, The cattle fled to barns; There came one drop of giant rain, And then, as if the hands That held the dams had parted hold, The waters wrecked the sky, But overlooked my father's house, Just quartering a tree. XXXVIII. WITH FLOWERS. South winds jostle them, Bumblebees come, Hover, hesitate, Drink, and are gone. Butterflies pause On their passage Cashmere; I, softly plucking, Present them here! XXXIX. SUNSET. Where ships of purple gently toss On seas of daffodil, Fantastic sailors mingle, And then -- the wharf is still. EY TELL ME ON ITS AXIS TURNED WONDERFUL ROTATION BY BUT TWELVE PERFORMED THIRTY SEVEN A THUNDERSTORM THE WIND BEGUN TO ROCK THE GRASS WITH THREATENING TUNES AND LO HE FLUNG A MENACE AT THE EARTH A MENACE AT THE SKY THE LEAVES UNHOOKED THEMSELVES FROM TREES AND STARTED ALL ABROAD THE DUST DID SCOOP ITSELF LIKE HANDS AND THROW AWAY THE ROAD THE WAGONS QUICKENED ON THE STREETS THE THUNDER HURRIED SLOW THE LIGHTNING SHOWED A YELLOW BEAK AND THEN A LIVID CLAW THE BIRDS PUT UP THE BARS TO NESTS THE CATTLE FLED TO BARNS THERE CAME ONE DROP OF GIANT RAIN AND THEN AS IF THE HANDS THAT HELD THE DAMS HAD PARTED HOLD THE WATER WRECKED THE SKY BUT OVERLOOKED MY FATHER'S HOUSE JUST QUARTERING A TREE THIRTY EIGHT WITH FLOWERS SOUTH WINDS JOSTLE THEM BUMBLEBEES COME HOVER HESITATE DRINK AND ARE GONE BUTTERFLIES PAUSE ON THEIR PASSAGE CASHMERE I SOFTLY PLUCKING PRESENT THEM HERE THIRTY NINE SUNSET WHERE SHIPS OF PURPLE GENTLY TOSS ON SEAS OF DAFFODIL FANTASTIC SAILORS MINGLE AND THEN THE WHARF IS STILL
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