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After night's thunder far away had rolled The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold, And in the perfect blue the clouds uncurled, Like the first gods before they made the world And misery, swimming the stormless sea In beauty and in divine gaiety.
The smooth white empty road was lightly strewn With leaves -- the holly's Autumn falls in June -- And fir cones standing stiff up in the heat.