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As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, / And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, / I look behind at the fading byway, / And see on its slope, now glistening wet, / Distinctly yet
Myself and a girlish form benighted / In dry March weather. We climb the road / Beside a chaise. We had just alighted / To ease the sturdy pony's load / When he sighed and slowed.