brightly into brightness, as if singled out,
while now the room as if cut to fit
fills the door behind her
darkly like the background of a cameo,
and lets a glimmer through around its edges;
and you think the evening hadn't come
until she stepped out, and on the railing
set forth just a little of herself,
just her hands,—to be completely light:
as if passed on by the rows of houses
to the heavens, to be swayed by everything.
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