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AS WHEN... As when, silently, to surprise, You throw violets in his eyes... * As when you rock an acacia tree, And scent, like dawning light, Falls on white piano keys Together with petals white... * As when she stands at the porch And into her hair the distant moon weaves Itself, placing her brow in a glowing wreath Or garlands it with silver sheaves... * As when idle talk with her is like a swallows' flight Having its course yet straying everywhere, A sign of looming thunder Before lightning precedes the tremor So... ...but I say nothing in sorrow. |