<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359192" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Storm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the pale blue haze above,<br>Some pitchy shreds took size and form,<br>And, like a madman's wrath or love,<br>From nothing rose a sudden storm.<br>The blossom'd limes, which seem'd to exhale<br>Her breath, were swept with one strong sweep,<br>And up the dusty road the hail<br>Came like a flock of hasty sheep,<br>Driving me under a cottage-porch,<br>Whence I could see the distant Spire,<br>Which, in the darkness, seem'd a torch<br>Touch'd with the sun's retreating fire.<br>A voice, so sweet that even her voice,<br>I thought, could scarcely be more sweet,<br>As thus I stay'd against my choice,<br>Did mine attracted hearing greet;<br>And presently I turn'd my head<br>Where the kind music seem'd to be,<br>And where, to an old blind man, she read<br>The words that teach the blind to see.<br>She did not mark me; swift I went,<br>Thro' the fierce shower's whistle and smoke,<br>To her home, and thence her woman sent<br>Back with umbrella, shoes and cloak. <br>The storm soon pass'd; the sun's quick glare<br>Lay quench'd in vapour fleecy, fray'd;<br>And all the moist, delicious air<br>Was fill'd with shine that cast no shade;<br>And, when she came, forth the sun gleam'd,<br>And clash'd the trembling Minster chimes;<br>And the breath with which she thank'd me seem'd<br>Brought thither from the blossom'd limes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Coventry+Patmore">Coventry Patmore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=359192" data-title="The Storm de Coventry Patmore" data-description="Within the pale blue haze above, Some pitchy shreds took size and form, And, like a madman's wrath or love, From nothing rose a sudden storm. The blossom'd limes, which seem'd to exhale Her breath, were swept with one strong sweep, And up the dust..."></div> </div> </div>

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