Sonnet XVIII. An Evening In November, Which Had Been Stormy, Gradually Clearing Up, In A Mountainous Country.
Ceas'd is the rain; but heavy drops yet fall From the drench'd roof; - yet murmurs the sunk wind Round the dim hills; can yet a passage find Whistling thro' yon cleft rock, and ruin'd wall. The swoln and angry torrents heard, appal, Tho' distant. - A few stars, emerging kind, Shed their green, trembling beams. - With lustre small, The moon, her swiftly-passing clouds behind, Glides o'er that shaded hill. - Now blasts remove The shadowing clouds, and on the mountain's brow, Full-orb'd, she shines. - Half sunk within its cove Heaves the lone boat, with gulphing sound; - and lo! Bright rolls the settling lake, and brimming rove The vale's blue rills, and glitter as they flow.
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