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All yesterday it poured, and all night long

I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat

Upon the shingled roof like a weird song,

Upon the grass like running children's feet.

And down the mountains by the dark cloud kissed,

Like a strange shape in filmy veiling dressed,

Slid slowly, silently, the wraith-like mist,

And nestled soft against the earth's wet breast.

But lo, there was a miracle at dawn!

The still air stirred at touch of the faint breeze,

The sun a sheet of gold bequeathed the lawn,

The songsters twittered in the rustling trees.

And all things were transfigured in the day,

But me whom radiant beauty could not move;

For you, more wonderful, were far away,

And I was blind with hunger for your love.