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Euphrenia or the Test of Love

A poem by William Sharp

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XII.

Until a sultry evening,
That closed a sultry day;
The sun sank red and threatening;
All lurid was his ray;
The blushing clouds reflected back
His angry parting beams;
The coppery mass, with livid spots,
Some conflagration seems;
The large raindrops, the wind's low moan,
The air o'ercharged and warm,
Are heralds unmistakable,
That speak the coming storm.