Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
A Summer TempestJames Ernest Nesmith (18561898)
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Unvisited, and in the yellow light
The grass grows golden, and the birches white
Print their pale shadows in the darken’d stream,
Each twig distinct imprest; no warblers seem
To stir the stagnant air, no wing takes flight;
Athwart the west, in sombre purple dight,
The silver, silent lightnings sharply gleam.
Anon a spreading gloom creeps up the sky,
The Tempest drapes the azure dome in black,
Rolls up the rain, the whirlwind, and the rack,
And thunders in the roaring torrent by;
And every jewelled spray, afar and nigh,
Sparkles and glitters in its dewy track.