Blue-black like the breast of the gusty sea,
Cumulus clouds where the sun goes down, Stormful shadows against the gold, Under the arches of even blown. Nowhere a white bird beating the storm, Nowhere a sunray gilding the sea; Bud nor leaf on the orchard bough, Butterfly, nor blossom, nor bee. Yet to-night, where the blue waves beat, Under the shadows, the storm-winds bring Omen mysterious out of the dusk, Out of the darkness the promise of Spring Helen Merrill
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