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Amy Lowell - Market Day
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White, glittering sunlight fills the market square, 
 Spotted and sprigged with shadows. Double rows 
 Of bartering booths spread out their tempting shows 
Of globed and golden fruit, the morning air 
Smells sweet with ripeness, on the pavement there 
 A wicker basket gapes and overflows 
 Spilling out cool, blue plums. The market glows, 
And flaunts, and clatters in its busy care. 
 A stately minster at the northern side 
Lifts its twin spires to the distant sky, 
 Pinnacled, carved and buttressed; through the wide 
Arched doorway peals an organ, suddenly — 
 Crashing, triumphant in its pregnant tide, 
Quenching the square in vibrant harmony.
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