Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
After long days of dull perpetual rainWilliam Wetmore Story (18191895)
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And from gray skies, the sun at last shines bright,
And all the sparkling trees are glad with light,
And all the happy world laughs out again;
The sorrow is forgotten, past the pain;
For nature has no memory, feels the blight
Of no regret, nor mars the day’s delight
With idle fears and hopes and longings vain.
Of vanished joys pursues us everywhere;
We live as much in all that we have lost
As what we own; no present is so fair
That the best moment’s sunlight is not crossed
By shadowy shapes of hope, and fear, and care.