NATURE
XXXVII
THE wind begun to rock the grassWith threatening tunes and low,—He flung a menace at the earth,A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from treesAnd started all abroad;The dust did scoop itself like handsAnd throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets,The thunder hurried slow;The lightning showed a yellow beak,And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,The cattle fled to barns;There came one drop of giant rain,And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold.The waters wrecked the sky,But overlooked my father’s house,Just quartering a tree.
XXXVIII
SOUTH winds jostle them,Bumblebees come,Hover, hesitate,Drink, and are gone.
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