Now piped the wind, or far aloof

Fell to a sough remote and dull;

And all night long with rush and lull

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The rain kept drumming on the roof:

I heard till ear and sense were full

The clash or silence of the leaves,

The gurgle in the creaking eaves.

But when the fourth day came—at noon,

The darkness and the rain were by;

The sunward roofs were steaming dry;

And all the world was flecked and strewn

With shadows from a fleecy sky.

The haymakers were forth and gone,

And every rillet laughed and shone.

Then, too, on me that loved so well

The world, despairing in her blight,

Uplifted with her least delight,

On me, as on the earth, there fell

New happiness of mirth and might;

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