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SONNETS
That sunless day no living shadow swept / Across the hills, fleet shadow chasing light, / Twin of the sailing cloud: but mists wool-white, / Slow-stealing mists, on those heaved shoulders crept, / And wrought about the strong hills while they slept / In witches' wise, and rapt their forms from sight. / Dreams were they; less than dream, the noblest height / And farthest; and the chilly woodland wept.
A sunless day and sad: yet all the while / Within the grave green twilight of the wood, / Inscrutable, immutable, apart, / Hearkening the brook, whose song she understood, / The secret birch-tree kept her silver smile, / Strange as the peace that gleams at sorrow's heart.