<h2><SPAN name="AFTER_RAIN" id="AFTER_RAIN"></SPAN>AFTER RAIN</h2>
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<span class="i0">For three whole days across the sky,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">In sullen packs that loomed and broke,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With flying fringes dim as smoke,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The columns of the rain went by;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">At every hour the wind awoke;<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The darkness passed upon the plain;<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The great drops rattled at the pane.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Now piped the wind, or far aloof<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Fell to a sough remote and dull;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And all night long with rush and lull</span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</SPAN></span><br/>
<span class="i0">The rain kept drumming on the roof:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I heard till ear and sense were full<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The clash or silence of the leaves,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The gurgle in the creaking eaves.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But when the fourth day came—at noon,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The darkness and the rain were by;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The sunward roofs were steaming dry;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And all the world was flecked and strewn<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With shadows from a fleecy sky.<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The haymakers were forth and gone,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">And every rillet laughed and shone.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Then, too, on me that loved so well<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The world, despairing in her blight,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Uplifted with her least delight,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">On me, as on the earth, there fell<br/></span>
<span class="i0">New happiness of mirth and might;<br/></span>
<span class="i4">I strode the valleys pied and still;<br/></span>
<span class="i4">I climbed upon the breezy hill.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I watched the gray hawk wheel and drop,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sole shadow on the shining world;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I saw the mountains clothed and curled,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">With forest ruffling to the top;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I saw the river's length unfurled,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Pale silver down the fruited plain,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Grown great and stately with the rain.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Through miles of shadow and soft heat,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Where field and fallow, fence and tree,</span><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</SPAN></span><br/>
<span class="i0">Were all one world of greenery,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I heard the robin ringing sweet,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The sparrow piping silverly,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">The thrushes at the forest's hem;<br/></span>
<span class="i4">And as I went I sang with them.<br/></span></div>
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