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An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn -- A deeper twilight on the lawn -- A print of a vermillion foot -- A purple finger on the slope -- A flippant fly upon the pane -- A spider at his trade again -- An added strut in Chanticleer -- A flower expected everywhere -- An axe shrill singing in the woods -- Fern odors on untravelled roads -- All this and more I cannot tell -- A furtive look you know as well -- And Nicodemus Mystery Receives its annual reply! | 
