Lightheavy Rapture

Listen, the wind is still,
And far away in the night
See! the uplands fill
With a running light.

Open the doors. it is warm;
And where the sky was clear
Look! the head of a storm
That marches here!

Come under the trembling hedge
Fast, although you fumble...
There! did you hear the edge
Of winter crumble

Open the doors. it is warm;
And where the sky was clear
Look! the head of a storm
That marches here!