Hues of every dye

Yet but awhile the slumbering weather flings
Its murky prison round. then winds wake loud
With sudden stir the startled forest sings
Winters returning song cloud races cloud
& the horizon throws away its shroud
Sweeping a stretching circle from the eye
Storms upon storms in quick succession crowd
& oer the sameness of the purple sky
Heaven paints with hurried hand wild hues of every dye

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