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Uplifted darkness and the owl-light breaks, Scuds the wild land, pursuing patch with patch, As when deep daisy fields a swift wind shakes.-- How clumsily I raised the crazy latch!... So.--When yon black cloud, light-absorbing, rakes Again the moon's bald disk-- Out! and the storm will snatch Again my hair, made lank with wind and rain Two hours since.... There! from the ragged plain A great cloud-besom sweeps the beams again!-- Out! out!... No fear of risk?...