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On this long storm the rainbow rose,On this late morn the sun;The clouds, like listless elephants,Horizons straggled down.
The birds rose smiling in their nests,The gales indeed were done;Alas! how heedless were the eyesOn whom the summer shone!
The quiet nonchalance of deathNo daybreak can bestir;The slow archangel’s syllablesMust awaken her.