A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS
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I saw it—pink and white—revealed Upon the white and green; The white and green was a daisied field, The pink and white Ethleen.
And as I looked it seemed in kind That difference they had none; The two fair bodiments combined As varied miens of one.
A sense that, in some mouldering year, As one they both would lie, Made me move quickly on to her To pass the pale thought by.
She laughed and said: “Out there, to me, You looked so weather-browned, And brown in clothes, you seemed to be Made of the dusty ground!”