THE STORM.
Sombre clouds in heavy masses
Hung above the orchard trees,
And the little birds came flocking
To the shelter of the leaves.
Hung above the orchard trees,
And the little birds came flocking
To the shelter of the leaves.
There in frightened groups they huddled,
Pressing close, as friend to friend,
While the wind in its mad antics
Made their perches creak and bend.
Pressing close, as friend to friend,
While the wind in its mad antics
Made their perches creak and bend.
And the rain came down in torrents,
Forming a weird sheet of light,
While the distant thunder echoed,
And the sky grew black as night.
Forming a weird sheet of light,
While the distant thunder echoed,
And the sky grew black as night.
Then, as fiercer rose the tempest,
Flash on flash of lightning came,
Till the landscape was encircled
By a belt of lurid flame.
Flash on flash of lightning came,
Till the landscape was encircled
By a belt of lurid flame.
And the thunderclaps resounded
In a deafening applause.
Loud above the crashing timber
Of great trees that split like straws.
In a deafening applause.
Loud above the crashing timber
Of great trees that split like straws.
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