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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.