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XV.
MIDSUMMER RAINS.
The morning here, how beautiful and bright!Look forth, and not a cloud-flake may be seen;
But, ere the sun has reached his noonday height,
Up from the horizon slides a vapory screen;
And now the firmament is all o'ercast:
Peals the hoarse thunder with stupendous roar;
The rain, a crushing torrent, lays the blast,
Foams on the wave, and hides the adjoining shore.
But, with a breath, it pauses; and a ray
Cleaves the huge keystone of the arch of gloom;
The shower attenuates to a filmy spray,
Bright rolls the sea again—the earth is bloom;
And, while the sun pours down a fiercer blaze,
The moisture reascends fast on his flaming rays.
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