BETA

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 eaſtward down ;2
I took the pathway towards the fold.3

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The little wind came light and cold,4
A-ſhivering through the graſſes brown ;5
The dawn had turned from grey to gold.6

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Back o’er the ſea the night-cloud roll’d,7
Far off beyond the fiſhing-town ;8
I took the pathway towards the fold.9
O, was it maid of earthly mould,10
On whoſe 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 ſhe known14
I took the pathway towards the fold ? ”15

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She bluſhed,—ſhe “ 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 ſun ſhot 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