Hops
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✦ 123 ✦ Hops Beneath these willows, ivy-choked, The rain has chased us off to hide, Our shoulders wrapped inside a cloak, My arms around your figure twined. But look—I’m wrong. This willow grove Is not with ivy choked, but hops! So come . . . we’ll take this heavy cloak To spread beneath us as a drop. ...
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