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AFTER dark vapours have oppressed 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 from its pains,
Takes as a long-lost sight the feel of May,
The eyelids with the passing coolness play,
Like rose-leaves with the drip of summer rains.
The 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.