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Again the woods are odorous, the lark / Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray / That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark, / Where branches bare disclosed the empty day.
After long rainy afternoons an hour / Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings / Them at the windows in a radiant shower, / And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings.
Then all is still. The stones are crooned to sleep / By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies; / And cradled in the branches, hidden deep / In each bright bud, a slumbering silence lies.