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The mottled moth at eventide

Beats glimmering wings against the pane;

The slow, sweet lily opens wide,

White in the dusk like some dim stain;

The garden dreams on every side

And breathes faint scents of rain:

Among the flowering stocks they stand;

A crimson rose is in her hand.