The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves

The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Her unintending Eyes --
Took her own Heart, including ours,
By innocent Surprise --
The wrestle in her simple Throat
To hold the feeling down
That vanquished her -- defeated Feat --
Was Fervor's sudden Crown --

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American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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