BETWEEN TWO RAINS
IT is a silver space between two rains; The lulling storm has given to the day An hour of windless air and riven grey; The world is drained of color; light remains. Beyond the curving shore a gull complains; Unceasing, on the bastions of the bay, With gleam of shields and veer of vaporing spray The long seas fall, the grey tide wars and wanes.
It is a silver space between two rains: A mood too sweet for tears, for joy too pale— What stress has swept or nears us, thou and I? This hour a mist of light is on the plains, And seaward fares again with litten sail Our laden ship of dreams adown the sky.
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