A Midsummer Night's Storm
Night, Lightning, Thunder, Rain.
I see black Night
Open her lips;
Her teeth gleam bright,
A moment seen;
Then comes rich laughter;
And happy tears,
That follow after,
Fall on the bosoms
Of birds and blossoms.
~~
W.H. Davies (1871-1940)
from The Bird of Paradise, and other poems, 1914
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
W.H. Davies biography
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