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COTTAGE DAYS
My room has bare white walls
—So, if a daffodil
Is yellow, in my room
She shows quite yellow still.
To give each thought full scope
And every fact its due,
Perhaps the mind of man
Should go uncolour’d too?
III
The Concert
This gusty morning comes with gifts
Of music to my room:
She bids the Wind to ring in the roof,
And in the chimney boom;
She marshals thick at my window-pane
The reedy Raindrop choir;
And calls for wood, to whistle the songs
Of last year to the fire;
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