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Amy Levy - Between the Showers
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Between the showers I went my way,
    The glistening street was bright with flowers;
It seemed that March had turned to May
    Between the showers.

Above the shining roofs and towers
    The blue broke forth athwart the grey;
Birds carolled in their leafless bowers.

Hither and tither, swift and gay,
    The people chased the changeful hours;
And you, you passed and smiled that day,
    Between the showers.
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