Near and Far (Blunden)/Summer Rainstorm

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Summer Rainstorm
Sweet conversations, woodland incantations
Are thrilling through the tides of gale and shower,
  Which now conceal,
  Now blue-reveal,
Across the fallow's russet undulations
A broken windmill and a silent tower.

And sometimes glancing through the top sprigs dancing
Elf-wings set out on visit and patrol.
  Though the full cloud
  Frowns monster-browed,
Those merry wild-folk chirruping and chancing
Know the kind truth; would I had such a soul!

Joy's masque and fashion of Time's Samson-passion
Deceives no lark that springs from weed and clod.
  Through their frank sight
  I feel the bright
Angel-event of sunset's fresh creation
And fields made lovely with the living God.

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