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She sweeps with many-colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond!
You dropped a purple ravelling in, You dropped an amber thread; And now you 've littered all the East With duds of emerald!
And still she plies her spotted brooms, And still the aprons fly, Till brooms fade softly into stars — And then I come away.