It rained three autumn days, then close to frost
Under clear starlight the night shivering was.
The dawn rose cold and colorless as gla**,
And when we wakened rains and clouds were lost.
The ocean surged and shouted stormy-tossed.
I went down to companion him. Alas,
What faint voice by the way? The sudden gra**
Cried with thin lips as I the valley crossed,
Saying blade by blade, "Although the warm sweet rain
Awakened us, this world is all too cold.
We never dreamed it thus."--"Your champion bold
Is risen," I said; "he in an hour or twain
Will comfort you." I pa**ed. Above the dune
Stood the wan splendorless daylight-waning moon.