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With the daylight came the storm; And the clouds, like ragged veils, Trailed the prairie until noontide, Borne by vacillating gales And the red elms by the streamlets Dripped upon the wild-plum thickets, And the thickets, on the crickets And the quails. Wet and sodden Lay the prairie grass untrodden. Through the dismal afternoon Held the banks of cloud aloof, As the smoke in frontier cabins Hugs the rafters in the roof. Broke the clouds and ceased the dripping, And the red elms by the streamlets Caught the fading evening beamlets That, in proof, Gave the token That the summer storm was broken. With a nimbus like a saint Rose the white moon in the east And the grass all rose together As the guests do at a feast ; And the prairie lark kept singing All the night long, and the stirring And the whizzing and the whirring Still increased; Till all sorrow Yielded to the brilliant morrow. |
