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Shadows of clouds / March across the canyon, / Shadows of blue hands passing / Over a curtain of flame.
Clutching, staggering, upstriking, / Darting in blue-black fury, / To where pinnacles, green and orange, / Await.
The winds are battling and striving to break them: / Thin lightnings spit and flicker, / The peaks seem a dance of scarlet demons / Flitting amid the shadows.
Grey rain-curtains wave afar off, / Wisps of vapour curl and vanish. / The sun throws soft shafts of golden light / Over rose-buttressed palisades.
Now the clouds are a lazy procession; / Blue balloons bobbing solemnly / Over black-dappled walls,
Where rise sharp-fretted, golden-roofed cathedrals / Exultantly, and split the sky with light.