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CONVALESCENT by WILLIAM HENRY OGILVIE

First Line: ONCE MORE THE RAPTURE OF THE WIND AND RAIN
Once more the rapture of the wind and rain,
And rich scent of the warm, damp, broken mold;
And I who never thought to see again
The white snow leave the fallow and the fold,
Or the dark rook wheel elm-ward to her bower
Am out before the first white lily flower,
And long before the summer and the bee;
While, like a dim, far distant dream to me,
Behind the curtain-shadow of my bed,
Death calls his hounds to leash, discomfited.




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