Cobwebs glitter

Up to the very clouds again 
That sprinkle scuds of coming rain
That fly & drizzle all the day 
Till dripping grass is turned to grey
The various clouds [now] move or lie 
Like mighty travellers in the sky
All mountainous & ridged and curled
That may have travelled round the world. 
When the rain at midday stops
Spangles glitter in the drops
& as each thread a sunbeam was
Cobwebs glitter in the grass

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