"The boding sky was charactered with cloud,
The scripture of the storm--but high in air,
Where the unfathomed zenith still was bare,
A pure expanse of rose-flushed violet glowed
And, kindling into crimson light, o'erflowed ,
The hurrying wrack with such a blood-red glare,
That heaven, igniting, wildly seemed to flare ,
On the dazed eyes of many an awe-struck crowd."
(and , this evening...in Acadia...an awe-struck GramEpat!..)
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