Poems (Cary)/Hidden Light

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HIDDEN LIGHT
The rain is beating sullenly to-night; The wild red flowers like flames are drenched away;Down through the gaps of the black woods the light Strikes cold and dismal. Only yesterdayIt seems since Spring along the neighboring moor Washed up the daisies, and the barks of treesCracked with green buds, while at my cabin door The brier hung heavy with the yellow bees.
Now all is blank: the wind climbs drearily Against the hills, the pastures close are browsed;Snakes slip in gaps of earth, gray crickets cry, Ants cease from running, and the bat is housed.No bright star, throbbing through the dark, one beam Of comfort sends me from its home above—I only see the splendor of a dream, Slowly and sadly fading out of love.
I only see the wild boughs as they blow Against my window, see the purple slantOf twilight shadows into darkness go; And yet again the whistling March will plant ​The April meadows, wheat fields will grow bright In their own time, the king-cups in their dayCome through the grass; and somewhere there is Light If my weak thoughts could strike upon the way.

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