55 (thou hast come again)

THOU HAST come again to me in the burst of a sudden storm,

filling my sky with the shudder of thy shadowy clouds.

The Sun is hidden, the stars are lost;

the red line of the road is merged in the mist of the rain;

the wail of the wind comes across the water.

Fitful showers, like ghastly fingers, strike the chords of some unseen harp,

waking up the music of the dark,

sweeping my heart with a shiver of sounds.