A Cento by Beverly Stock.
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Ah! What is this upon my window pane?
Some sulky, drooping cloud comes popping up,
Stamping its glittering feet along the plain!
Well, I will let that idle fancy drop,
Oh, how the spouts are bubbling with the rain!
And all the earth shines like a silver cup! (1)
(1) Summer by George MacDonald, last six lines of a poem in the public domain.
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