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After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains / For a long dreary season, comes a day / Born of the gentle South, and clears away / From the sick heavens all unseemly stains.
The anxious month, relieved its pains, / Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May; / The eyelids with the passing coolness play, / Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains.
And calmest thoughts come round us; as, of leaves / Budding, -- fruit ripening in stillness, -- Autumn suns / Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves, --
Sweet Sappho's cheek, -- a sleeping infant's breath, --
The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs, --
A woodland rivulet, -- a Poet's death.