There was cruel rain in free month, warm,
Slurred on summer tinny stirred swarm
And there was ail from the sea ‘fore
The frightened dry height of wind storm,
I remember as cruel rivers
That go by spring dawn, rain shivers.

And I will not forget the same
As timorous nights covered Thames,
And I will not forget the rain,
It was pardoned by orchids lain
On old, tuft gowning lands of silk
Under fogs and mires in dawn milk.

Upon sweet rests of kind, lost wind
That walks upon the burnished thin
Free darkening night like tin,
With elegant perfume that swims
Upon pauper skin, starry scars
& rivers under facile stars.

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