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     And the same rose blows, and the same sun glows,
And the same brook sings of a year ago.

There's the same sweet clover-smell in the breeze;
     And the June sun warm
Tangles his wings of fire in the trees,
     Setting, as then, over Fernside farm.

I mind me how with a lover's care
     From my Sunday coat
I brushed off the burrs, and smoothed my hair,
     And cooled at the brookside my brow and throat.

Since we parted, a month had passed,—
     To love, a year;
Down through the beeches I looked at last
     On the little red gate and the well-sweep near.

I can see it all now,—the slantwise rain
     Of light through the leaves,
The sundown's blaze on her window-pane,
     The bloom of her roses under the eaves.

Just the same as a month before,—
     The house and the trees,
The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door,—
     Nothing changed but the hives of bees.

Before them, under the garden wall,
     Forward and back,
Went drearily singing the chore-girl small,
     Draping each hive with a shred of black.

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