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Stopt by the storm that long in sullen black From the south west stained its encroaching track Haymakers hustling from the rain to hide Sought the grey willows by the pasture side & there while big drops bow the grassy stems & bleb the withering hay with pearly gems Dimple the brook & patter in the leaves The song or tale an hours restraint relieves & while the old dames gossip at their ease \#poetry \#environment \#honesty Comments welcome below