In the Place of 'Judgement'
It might have been a zephyr only
Of an angry mood the feeblest aired.
But for what's storm-raised as a mind flash
To be shook by must you be prepared.
Merest of mere light soaking, you say
Pitious partook, too few the tears
But brought to their rememberance above
A cloudless burst of love for you nears.
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