There was a roaring in the wind all night ;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods ;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright ;
The birds are singing in the distant woods ;
Over his own sweet voice the stock-dove broods ;
The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters ;
And all the air is fill'd with pleasant noise of waters.
All things that love the sun are out of doors ;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth ;
The grass is bright with rain-drops ; on the moors
The Hare is running races in her mirth ;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist ; which glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
William WORDSWORTH, Resolution and Independence (1802)
The rain came heavily and fell in floods ;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright ;
The birds are singing in the distant woods ;
Over his own sweet voice the stock-dove broods ;
The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters ;
And all the air is fill'd with pleasant noise of waters.
All things that love the sun are out of doors ;
The sky rejoices in the morning's birth ;
The grass is bright with rain-drops ; on the moors
The Hare is running races in her mirth ;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist ; which glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
William WORDSWORTH, Resolution and Independence (1802)
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