Between Two Rains

By Nora May French

It is a silver space between two rains;
      The lulling storm has given to the day
    An hour of windless air and riven grey;
The world is drained of color; light remains.
Beyond the curving shore a gull complains;
    Unceasing , on the bastions of the bay,
    With gleam of shields and veer of vaporing spray
The long seas fall, the grey tide wars and wanes.
 
It is a silver space between two rains:
     A mood too sweet for tears, for joy too paleó"
    What stress has swept or nears us, thou and I?
This hour a mist of light is on the plains,
     And seaward fares again with litten sail
     Our laden ship of dreams adown the sky.