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<h2><SPAN name="THE_RAIN" id="THE_RAIN"></SPAN>THE RAIN.</h2>
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<span class="i0">We stood where the fields were tawny,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Where the redolent woodland was warm,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the summer above us, now lawny,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Was alive with the pulse winds of storm.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And we watched weak wheat waves lighten,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And wince and hiss at each gust,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the turbulent maples whiten,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the lane grow gray with dust.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">White flakes from the blossoming cherry,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Pink snows of the peaches were blown,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And star-fair blooms of the berry<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the dogwood's flowers were strewn.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And the luminous hillocks grew sullied,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And shadowed and thrilled with alarm,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">When the body of the blackness was gullied<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With the rapid, keen flame of the storm.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And the birds to dry coverts had hurried,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the musical rillet ran slow,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the buccaneer bee was worried,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the red lilies swung to and fro.<br/></span><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</SPAN></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Till the elf-cuirassiers of the showers<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Came, bright with slant lances of rain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And charged the bare heads of the flowers,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And trampled the grass of the plain.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">And the armies of the leaves were shattered,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Their standards drenched, heavy and lank;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the iron weed's purple was spattered,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the lily lay broke on the bank.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But high in the storm was the swallow,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the rain-strong voice of the fall<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In the bough-grottoed dingle sang hollow<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To the sky-blue flags on its wall.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But the storm and its clouds passed over,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And left but one cloud in the West,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Wet wafts that were fragrant with clover,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And the sun low sunken to rest;<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Soft spices of rain-studded poppies,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of honey unfilched of a bee,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And balm of the mead and the coppice,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And musk of the rain-breathing tree.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Then the cloud in the West was riven,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And bubbled and bursten with gold,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Blown out through deep gorges of heaven,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And spilled on the wood and the wold.<br/></span></div>
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