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/ Had fallen a fragrant shower; / The leaves were dripping yet; / Each fern and rain-weighed flower / Around were gleaming wet; / On ev'ry bosky bower / A million gems were set.
/ The dust's moist odors sifted / Cool with the summer rain, / Mixed with the musk that drifted / From orchard and from plain; -- / Her garden's fence white lifted / Its length along the lane.
/ The moon the clouds had shattered / In curdled peaks of pearl; / The honeysuckle scattered / Warm odors from each curl, / Where the white moonlight, flattered, / Hung molten 'round a girl.
/ Then grew the night completer / With light and cloud and air; / Aromas sweet blew sweeter, / Sweet flowers fair, more fair; / Fleet feet and fast grew fleeter / Thro' that fair sorceress there.