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Tangled
in Stars
Poems
by
Ethelwyn Wetherald
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IN
SUMMER RAIN
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How vividly in summer rain
The commonest of tints are
seen;
The robin is a scarlet stain
Against the shining evergreen.
The last scant strawberries—a score
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That
hid behind the reddening leaves—
Rain-flushed, wind-tossed, are waiting for
Red-lipped or redder-breasted
thieves.
The willows, pallid in the sun,
Are sunny in the rainy
dark,
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A
deeper brown the streamlets run
And deeply black the orchard
bark.
And yet, although the clouds are gray,
These freshening tints
of every hue
Would intimate a rain at play,
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at the worst a storm of dew.
The quality of mercy flows
Upon the meadows’
thirsty brood,
And every brightening grass blade shows
The quality of gratitude.
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