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Siegfried Sassoon - Storm and Sunlight
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In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw,   
Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion   
Up the arched sky, and speeds quick heels of panic   
With growling thunder loosed in fork and clap   
That echoes crashing thro’ the slumbrous vault.
  The whispering woodlands darken: vulture Gloom   
  Stoops, menacing the skeltering flocks of Light,   
  Where the gaunt shepherd shakes his gleaming staff   
  And foots with angry tidings down the slope.   
Drip, drip; the rain steals in through soaking thatch
By cob-webbed rafters to the dusty floor.   
Drums shatter in the tumult; wrathful Chaos   
Points pealing din to the zenith, then resolves   
Terror in wonderment with rich collapse.   
   
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Now from drenched eaves a swallow darts to skim 
The crystal stillness of an air unveiled   
To tremulous blue. Raise your bowed heads, and let   
Your horns adore the sky, ye patient kine!   
Haste, flashing brooks! Small, chuckling rills, rejoice!   
Be open-eyed for Heaven, ye pools of peace! 
Shine, rain-bow hills! Dream on, fair glimpsèd vale   
In haze of drifting gold! And all sweet birds,   
Sing out your raptures to the radiant leaves!   
And ye, close huddling Men, come forth to stand   
A moment simple in the gaze of God
That sweeps along your pastures! Breathe his might!   
Lift your blind faces to be filled with day,   
And share his benediction with the flowers.
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