The sun is set; and in his latest beams
Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
...
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
...
Among the many lives that I have known,
None I remember more serene and sweet,
More rounded in itself and more complete,
...