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/ Before the wind, with rain-drowned stocks, / The pleated crimson hollyhocks / Are bending; / And, smouldering in the breaking brown, / Above the hills that edge the town, / The day is ending.
/ The air is heavy with the damp; / And, one by one, each cottage lamp / Is lighted; / Infrequent passers of the street / Stroll on or stop to talk or greet, / Benighted.
/ I look beyond my city yard, / And watch the white moon struggling hard, / Cloud-buried; / The wind is driving toward the east, / A wreck of pearl, all cracked and creased / And serried.
/ At times the moon, erupting, streaks / Some long cloud; like Andean peaks / That double / Horizon-vast volcano chains, / The earthquake scars with lava veins / That bubble.
/ The wind that blows from out the hills / Is like a woman's touch that stills / A sorrow: / The moon sits high with many a star / In the deep calm: and fair and far / Abides to-morrow.