Storm-Twilight

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Title:     Storm-Twilight
Author: Cale Young Rice [More Titles by Rice]

Tossing, swirling, swept by the wind,
Beaten abaft by the rain,
The swallows high in the sodden sky
Circle oft and again.

They rise and sink and drift and swing,
Twitterless in the chill;
A-haste, for stark is the coming dark
Over the wet of the hill.

Wildly, swiftly, at last they stream
Into their chimney home.
A livid gash in the west, a crash--
Then silence, sadness, gloam.

[The end]
Cale Young Rice's poem: Storm-Twilight

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