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IN front of the sombre mountains, a faint, lost / ribbon of rainbow; / And between us and it, the thunder; / And down below in the green wheat, the labourers / Stand like dark stumps, still in the green wheat.
You are near to me, and your naked feet in their / sandals, / And through the scent of the balcony's naked / timber / I distinguish the scent of your hair: so now the / limber / Lightning falls from heaven.
Adown the pale-green glacier river floats / A dark boat through the gloom--and whither? / The thunder roars. But still we have each other! / The naked lightnings in the heavens dither / And disappear--what have we but each other? / The boat has gone.
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