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The dawn was a dawn of splendor, / And the blue of the morning skies / Was as placid and deep and tender / As the blue of a baby's eyes; / The sunshine flooded the mountain, / And flashed over land and sea / Like the spray of a glittering fountain. - / But the wind-the wind-Ah me!
Like a weird invisible spirit, / It swooped in its airy flight; / And the earth, as the stress drew near it, / Quailed as in mute affright; / The grass in the green fields quivered- / The waves of the smitten brook / Chillily shuddered and shivered, / And the reeds bowed down and shook.
Like a sorrowful miserere / It sobbed, and it blew and blew, / Till the leaves on the trees looked weary, / And my prayers were weary, too; / And then, like the sunshine's glimmer / That failed in the awful strain, / All the hope of my eyes grew dimmer / In a spatter of spiteful rain.