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Michael Donhauser

• [Did it rain]
• [It was]
• [Late perhaps one evening]
• [O how the wind brushed through the gardens]
• [Rites of the evening glen]
• [Take the maples]
• [The fervent or seeing...]
• [There was - then the moon was only a sheen, the town]
• [They say it was harsh, and so it remained]
• [Through the night we will]