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/ Around, the stillness deepened; then the grain / Went wild with wind; and every briery lane / Was swept with dust; and then, tempestuous black, / Hillward the tempest heaved a monster back, / That on the thunder leaned as on a cane; / And on huge shoulders bore a cloudy pack, / That gullied gold from many a lightning-crack: / One big drop splashed and wrinkled down the pane, / And then field, hill, and wood were lost in rain.
/ At last, through clouds, -- as from a cavern hewn. / Into night's heart, -- the sun burst angry roon; / And every cedar, with its weight of wet, / Against the sunset's fiery splendor set, / Frightened to beauty, seemed with rubies strewn: / Then in drenched gardens, like sweet phantoms met, / Dim odors rose of pink and mignonette; / And in the east a confidence, that soon / Grew to the calm assurance of the moon.