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The moonshine, the shower, to its influence seem'd given, And the black clouds grew bright in the beautiful round.

I look'd out again, but few hues were remaining On the side nearest earth; while I gazed, they were past: As a steed for a time with his curb proudly straining, Then freed in its strength, came the tempest at last.

And this was the sign of thy answer, dark spirit! Alas! and such ever our pathway appears; Tempest and change still our earth must inherit,— Its glory a shade, and its loveliness tears.