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1884–1933

Summer Storm

Sara Teasdale

The panther wind Leaps out of the night, The snake of lightning Is twisting and white,

The lion of thunder Roars — and we Sit still and content Under a tree —

We have met fate together And love and pain, Why should we fear The wrath of the rain!

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