SUN AND SHOWER.
He . . .
I rode in gathering twilight,
Through mist and wind and rain,
By valley and by hill-side,
Across the darkening plain.
Through mist and wind and rain,
By valley and by hill-side,
Across the darkening plain.
Almost despair had caught me,
And courage in me died,
When you, it seemed, Beloved,
Rode onward at my side.
And courage in me died,
When you, it seemed, Beloved,
Rode onward at my side.
The full moon to the eastward
Swept from a cloudy screen,
Whitened the rain-swept meadows,
Glittered on summer-green.
Swept from a cloudy screen,
Whitened the rain-swept meadows,
Glittered on summer-green.
About the water-courses,
The mist in cloudlets streamed,
Like nymphs from out a fountain,
And silver elders gleamed.
The mist in cloudlets streamed,
Like nymphs from out a fountain,
And silver elders gleamed.
With joyfulness and wonder,
My feet grew light as air,
My wheels were winged, and gaily
I sped, for you were there.
My feet grew light as air,
My wheels were winged, and gaily
I sped, for you were there.
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