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STORM-GOLD.

After the rainy day,
After the stormy weather,
Breaks the gold in the grey,
Gold and silver together.
Flutters and falls the splendour,
Turns to scarlet and rose;
Clear in a sky that is tender
A crescent-moon grows.
After the rainy day
The passion and sobbing are over;
Dim in distance away
Seem my love and my lover.
The gold of the evening is round me,
Night comes with the wings of a dove;
The peace of the evening hath bound me
Far sweeter than love.