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I think of the slope where the rabbits fed,

   Of the periwinks’ rockwork lair,

Of the fuchsias ringing their bells of red —

   And the something else seen there.

Between the blooms where the sod basked bright,

   By the bobbing fuchsia trees,

Was another and yet more eyesome sight —

   The sight that richened these.

I shall seek those beauties in the spring,

   When the days are fit and fair,

But only as foils to the one more thing

   That also will flower there!