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/ Dormered and verandaed, cool, / Locust-girdled, on the hill; / Stained with weather-wear, and dull- / Streak'd with lichens; every sill / Thresholding the beautiful;
/ I can see it standing there, / Brown above the woodland deep, / Wrapped in lights of lavender, / By the warm wind rocked asleep, / Violet shadows everywhere.