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the lightning flashed, and lifted
splendid and terrible your love
when the wind works against us in the dark
a few more windy days
as i lie roofed in, screened in
beside a stricken field
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
out of the deep and the dark
often is it not so?
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
it tells of good old times
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon