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<h3>CONTRASTS</h3>
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<span class="i0">No eve of summer ever can attain<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The gladness of that eve of late July,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When ’mid the roses, dripping with the rain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Against the wondrous topaz of the sky,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I met you, leaning on the pasture bars,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While heaven and earth grew conscious of the stars.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">No night of blackest winter can repeat<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The bitterness of that December night,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When, at your gate, gray-glittering with sleet,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Within the glimmering square of window-light,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">We parted,—long you clung unto my arm,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While heaven and earth surrendered to the storm.<br/></span></div>
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