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Though giant rains put out the sun, / Here stand I for a sign.
Though Earth be filled with waters dark, / My cup is filled with wine.
Tell to the trembling priests that here / Under the deluge rod, / One nameless, tattered, broken man / Stood up and drank to God.
Sun has been where the rain is now, / Bees in the heat to hum, / Haply a humming maiden came, / Now let the Deluge come: / Brown of aureole, green of garb, / Straight as a golden rod, / Drink to the throne of thunder now!
Drink to the wrath of God.
High in the wreck I held the cup, / I clutched my rusty sword, / I cocked my tattered feather / To the glory of the Lord.
Not undone were the heaven and earth, / This hollow world thrown up, / Before one man had stood up straight!
And drained it like a cup.