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.
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