Felt as a storm's rush
Of soaked windiness
One swipe of its hand, this day's
Eve-dim shockingness.
Scatters before it
Whom joint hath, left heard
Yelped steps! Lest too late, too late
Sheered off, and despoiled
With boughed shades their joint uncoiled
Lounged snores. Fine spun; furred.
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