Great water-carrier winds their buckets bring

Brimming with freshness. How their dippers ring

And flash and rumble! lavishing dark dew

On corn and forestland, that, streaming wet,

Their hilly backs against the downpour set,

Like giants vague in view.

IV

The butterfly, safe under leaf and flower,

Has found a roof, knowing how true thou art;

The bumble-bee, within the last half-hour,

Has ceased to hug the honey to its heart;

While in the barnyard, under shed and cart,

Brood-hens have housed.—But I, who scorned thy power,

Barometer of the birds,—like August there,—

Beneath a beech, dripping from foot to hair,

Like some drenched truant, cower.

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