An inundation! The sky’s ocean broke! Hour after hour the dense fall drums on us, So thick it almost hides the hills, like smoke.
Wildly dissimilaryet actuated by the same fear,the hippopotamus and the wild-deerhide by the same river.
Now let the cycle sweep us here and there,we will not struggle;somewhere,under a forest-ledge,a wild white-pearwill blossom;
Fall the deep curtains,delicate the weave,fair the thread:
