Shadow
By Amos Russel Wells
The shadows lie soft on the grass,
Floating in sunshine seas.
From shadow to shadow I pass
Under the sleeping trees.
Token of rest and delight,—
The shadow encircled by light.
Black are the heavens on high,
Black is the earth below.
Red lightnings flash through the sky,
Dread hurricanes blow,
Ah, a terrible sight,—
The shadow apart from the light!
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