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Coventry Patmore - The StormCoventry Patmore - The Storm
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Within the pale blue haze above,               Some pitchy shreds took size and form,               And, like a madman`s wrath or love,               From nothing rose a sudden storm.               The blossom`d limes, which seem`d to exhale               Her breath, were swept with one strong sweep,               And up the dusty road the hail               Came like a flock of hasty sheep,               Driving me under a cottage-porch,               Whence I could see the distant Spire,               Which, in the darkness, seem`d a torch               Touch`d with the sun`s retreating fire.               A voice, so sweet that even her voice,               I thought, could scarcely be more sweet,               As thus I stay`d against my choice,               Did mine attracted hearing greet;               And presently I turn`d my head               Where the kind music seem`d to be,               And where, to an old blind man, she read               The words that teach the blind to see.               She did not mark me; swift I went,               Thro` the fierce shower`s whistle and smoke,               To her home, and thence her woman sent               Back with umbrella, shoes and cloak.                  The storm soon pass`d; the sun`s quick glare               Lay quench`d in vapour fleecy, fray`d;               And all the moist, delicious air               Was fill`d with shine that cast no shade;               And, when she came, forth the sun gleam`d,               And clash`d the trembling Minster chimes;               And the breath with which she thank`d me seem`d               Brought thither from the blossom`d limes.
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