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/ Among the fields the camomile / Seems blown mist in the lightning's glare: / Cool, rainy odors drench the air; / Night speaks above; the angry smile / Of storm within her stare.
/ The way that I shall take to-night / Is through the wood whose branches fill / The road with double darkness, till, / Between the boughs, a window's light / Shines out upon the hill.
/ The fence; and then the path that goes / Around a trailer-tangled rock, / Through puckered pink and hollyhock, / Unto a latch-gate's unkempt rose, / And door whereat I knock.
/ Bright on the oldtime flower place / The lamp streams through the foggy pane; / The door is opened to the rain: / And in the door -- her happy face / And outstretched arms again.