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Far down the lane / A window pane / Gleams 'mid the trees through night and rain. / The weeds are dense / Through which a fence / Of pickets rambles, none sees whence, / Before a porch, all indistinct of line, / O'er-grown and matted with wistaria-vine.
No thing is heard, / No beast or bird, / Only the rain by which are stirred / The draining leaves, / And trickling eaves / Of crib and barn one scarce perceives; / And garden-beds where old-time flow'rs hang wet / The phlox, the candytuft, and mignonette.