You

SLANTING rain and a sky of gray,

Drifting mist and a wind astray,

The leaden end of a leaden day

And you--away!

Light in the west! The sky's pale dome

Gemmed with a star; a scented gloam

Of bursting buds and rain-wet loam

And you--at home!

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