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Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place,

And saw, below, many devils

Running, leaping,

And carousing in sin.

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XXIII.

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o wind, no rain, no thunder!The waters had trickled not slowly,The thunder was not spentNor the wind near finishing;Who would have said that the storm was diminishing?No wind, no rain, no thunder!Their noises dropped asunderFrom the earth and the firmament,From the towers and the lattices,Abrupt and echolessAs ripe fruits on the ground unshaken whollyAs life in death.And sudden and solemn the silence fell,Startling the heart of IsobelAs the tempest could not:Against the door went panting the breathOf the lady's hound whose cry was still,And she, constrained howe'er she would not,Lifted her eyes and saw the moonLooking out of heaven aloneUpon the poplared hill,--A calm of God, made visibleThat men might bless it at their will.