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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 heaven dither / And disappear. What have we but each other? / The boat has gone.