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I looked at the patch of blue cloud
The sail, like a carpeted ground
Heavy with a thunder-cloud, that is
Pressing with a song of chaos
And the earth within her abound
As darkness visions, I asked
Why on earth’s the troubled?
Has something made away with your
tongue?
O bright light of our land
The hot blood and flesh
That is famished in the sun
The burning coals in incessant rain,
Looking at your farmland ready,
Because there were no hay?