THE night was loud with tumult; trees were torn <br />Sheer from their roots by the delirious wind; <br />In some waste dreamland wandered all forlorn <br />A smitten soul, bewildered, broken, blind. <br />The mists had lifted; evanescent gleams <br />Of tender emerald lighted every leaf, <br />While from a casement smiled, escaped from dreams, <br />A quiet face made exquisite by grief.<br /><br />Katharine Lee Bates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-and-morning-4/
