19. THE GREAT CLOUD DRIVE. 



No clouds at dawn, but as the sun climbed higher, 

 White columns, thunderous, splendid, up the sky 



Floated and stood, heaped in his steady fire, 

 A stately company. 



And brought the rain, sweeping o'er land and sea. 



And then was tumult ! Lightning sharp and keen, 

 Thunder, wind, rain, — a mighty jubilee 



The earth and heaven between ! 



Celia Thaxter. 



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