Rain-washed, cloud-laden, the sky
Fades in delicate pinks and blues,
And God is beauty, too big for the heart,
Stabbing home fiercely, paling all else,
Cleansing the mind of even its joys,
Till the soul, transparent,
Is part of the blazing sky,
The darkening earth, the rising song
Of crickets in the meadow,
Who sing of the fall of night.
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