<h2><SPAN name="The_Storm" id="The_Storm">The Storm</SPAN></h2>
<p class="p2 poem">All day long the sky
was cloudless,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Life was waiting for a
breath,</span><br/>
And the heat was more oppressive<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Than the fear of sudden
death;</span><br/>
All day long the sun was shining<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a hot and windless sky,</span><br/>
And the trees were weak for water—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Earth and air were dead
and dry.</span><br/></p>
<p class="poem p1">But e'er Night her wings had folded<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came a welcome western
breeze,</span><br/>
Moving idly through the forest,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prophesying to the trees,</span><br/>
Till above that dim horizon<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Giant clouds like warring
foes</span><br/>
Marshalled far in battle numbers<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the wild winds wilder
rose.</span><br/></p>
<p class="poem p1">Hark! O hear the double rumble<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As the thunder shakes the
air,</span><br/>
Like a thousand hoofs advancing<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</SPAN></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In yon cloudy corral
there!—</span><br/>
Look!—how red the lightning flashes!<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How the echoes roll and
roll—</span><br/>
Dirges from some demon goddess—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How the bells of heaven
toll!</span><br/></p>
<p class="poem p1">Like a lance, a flash of lightning<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cuts the foremost cloud in
twain</span><br/>
And the thunder's mighty echo<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rolls athwart the
drenching rain</span><br/>
Till the landscape fades like shadows<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the driving sheets of
spray,</span><br/>
And the wind wails through the forest,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the great trees rock
and sway.</span><br/></p>
<p class="poem p1">Soon the air is strangely solemn<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the winds no longer
blow</span><br/>
To the thunder's distant drumming<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the valley far below;</span><br/>
And along the low horizon<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the clouds are growing
dim,</span><br/>
While upon the western hilltops<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rolls again the sun's red
rim.</span><br/></p>
<p class="poem p1">And away across the valley<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the heavens arching
high,</span><br/>
Like a bed for fairy flowers<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swings the rainbow in the
sky—</span><br/>
Swings until the shadows gather<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the sun sinks out of
sight,</span><br/>
Seemingly to whisper softly<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the world a fond good
night.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;" class="p3"><ANTIMG style="width: 89px; height: 50px;" alt="" src="images/leaf.jpg" /></p>
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