After The Storm, by A. S. Kline Did my sad heart, that languishes, /
In craving the storm, not bow /
To the white, the crimson flashes? /
Yet I’ve fallen in love here, ...
Anguish of the now silent thunderstorm, by R. H. Morrison Did one’s heart not languish /
With desire for the thunderstorm. /
Through white-scarlet Hashes? /
But now it has fallen in love with / ...