ABSTRACT
Spouts brawl, boughs drip and cease and drip again, Bricks gleam; keen saffron glows each window-pane,
And every pool beneath the passing feet. Innumerable odors fine and fleet
Are blown this way from blossoming lawn and lane. Wet roofs show black against a tender sky;
The almond bushes in the lean-fenced square, Beaten to the walks, show all their draggled white.
