Stopt by the storm that long in sullen black
From the south west stained its encroaching track
Haymakers hustling from the rain to hide
Sought the grey willows by the pasture-side
& there while big drops bow the grassy stems
& bleb the withering hay with pearly gems
Dimple the brook & patter in the leaves
The song or tale an hours restraint relieves
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