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From morn till noon upon the window-pane
The tempest tapped with rainy finger-nails,
And all the afternoon the blustering gales
Beat at the door with furious feet of rain.
The rose, near which the lily bloom lay slain,
Like some red wound dripped by the garden rails,
On which the sullen slug left slimy trails-
Meseemed the sun would never shine again.
Then in the drench, long, loud and full of cheer,-
A skyey herald tabarded in blue,-
A bluebird bugled ... and at once a bow
Was bent in heaven, and I seemed to hear
God’s sapphire spaces crystallizing through
The strata’d clouds in azure tremolo.

GO TO: Dusk
GO TO: Can such things be ?