Dense and dark
The rolling cloud
Expressed thoughts
Dared not said aloud.

The rolling cloud,
And driving rain,
Looked like the feeling
Of his brain.

But in that sky,
So bleak, so grey,
A small patch,
Where clouds did not stay;

Where sun shone through,
Quite weak at first,
But then in bright white
Shining bursts.

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