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AN EQUINOCTIAL DAY.
OW strange! a Summer sun below,Above a wintry blast;
Here basking in meridian glow,
There stormy winds rush past!
Within this sheltered nook, the breeze
Scarce waves yon flowerets pale;
While far above, the topmost trees
Are bending in the gale.
The winds their voices lift on high,
The woods the sound prolong;
Oh, well I love that melody
Of wild, unearthly song!
And well I love, when sunshine flings
Its radiance upon earth,
To listen to the tempest's wings,
Unfurled as if in mirth.
The woods the sound prolong;
Oh, well I love that melody
Of wild, unearthly song!
And well I love, when sunshine flings
Its radiance upon earth,
To listen to the tempest's wings,
Unfurled as if in mirth.
For who, on such a day, could deem
The voice of wrath was nigh?
There's Summer in the laughing beam,
There's Summer in the sky.
The voice of wrath was nigh?
There's Summer in the laughing beam,
There's Summer in the sky.
