| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. Storm had been on the hills | | By Nathaniel Parker Willis (18061867) |
| | | STORM had been on the hills: the day had worn | |
| As if a sleep upon the hours had crept; | |
| And the dark clouds that gathered at the morn | |
| In dull, impenetrable masses slept, | |
| And the wet leaves hung droopingly, and all | 5 |
| Was like the mournful aspect of a pall. | |
| Suddenly, on the horizons edge, a blue | |
| And delicate line, as of a pencil, lay, | |
| And, as it wider and intenser grew, | |
| The darkness removed silently away; | 10 |
| And, with the splendor of a god, broke through | |
| The perfect glory of departing day: | |
| So, when his stormy pilgrimage is oer, | |
| Will light upon the dying Christian pour. | | | | |
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