A woman stands on a path that leads up a hill. A man and a dog hike up the hillside
in the distance. The word “JUNE” is
written in the bottom-left corner of the illustration superimposed over a stylized
vetegal form. There are boats in a large body of
water to the right at the bottom of the hill. 1/3 page partially contained within
a single-ruled rectangular border.
A Morning Meeting.
Villanelle.
The dawn had turned from
grey to gold1
Along the lonely eaſstward down ;2
I took the pathway towards the fold.3
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The little wind came light and cold,4
A-ſshivering through the graſſsses brown ;5
The dawn had turned from grey to gold.6
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Back o’er the ſsea the night-cloud roll’d,7
Far off beyond the fiſshing-town ;8
I took the pathway towards the fold.9
O, was it maid of earthly mould,10
On whoſse bright hair and floating gown11
The dawn had turned from grey to gold ?12
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Fain would I eager words withhold,13
But forth they flashed. “ O, had ſshe known14
I took the pathway towards the fold ? ”15
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She bluſshed,—ſshe “ feared I thought her bold,”16
She drooped her head like bud half-blown ;17
The dawn had turned from grey to gold.18
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The ſsun ſshot up. My tale untold,19
My chance foregone,—O, fool and clown !—20
The dawn had turned from grey to gold,—21
I took the pathway towards the fold.22