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I believe in anthologies, although I know they offer only a glimpse.

The trees are God's great alphabet: With them He writes in shining green Across the world His thoughts serene.

To be exact has naught to do with pedantry or dogma.

Squall The squall sweeps gray-winged across the obliterated hills, And the startled lake seems to run before it; From the wood comes a clamor of leaves, Tugging at the twigs, Pouring from the branches, And suddenly the birds are still. Thunder crumples the sky, Lightning tears at it. And now the rain! The rain—thudding—implacable— The wind, reveling in the confusion of great pines! And a silver sifting of light, A coolness; A sense of summer anger passing, Of summer gentleness creeping nearer— Penitent, tearful, Forgiven!