The Rubric*

The Rubric

 

-A Soul Made for the Storm-

 

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When rain comes down at midnight,

And a wind molests the lake,

 

The only reason

For the scene

Is that I am

Awake

 

For I am one soon taken

By a rubric[1] in the night,

 

And ever would

These earthly eyes

Behold a magic sight

 

I do not fear a lightning flash

That fades into the black;

 

I am a soul made for the storm

And would not turn my back.[2]