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Sowing

IT was a perfect day
For sowing; just
As sweet and dry was the ground
As tobacco-dust.
 
I tasted deep the hour
Between the far
Owl’s chuckling first soft cry
And the first star.
 
A long stretched hour it was;
Nothing undone
Remained; the early seeds
All safely sown.
 
And now, hark at the rain,
Windless and light,
Half a kiss, half a tear,
Saying good-night.
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