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O ye drops of liquid glass,
Merrily do you cleanse,
Empty trees, bushes, and pass
Our scarred stars at our expense.
And though with violent force
You are thrust down upon ground;
Muddied with some remorse,
All beholders hear an equivocal sound.
Ever so formidable the sight
That filled void with your entrails,
Shunning day-like shine so bright
When it basks in rainbow trails.
O ye blocks of fluid snow,
Make haste for seasons drain
The essence of Earth, its limpid brow
Set ablaze; lest summer entertain.
The land seemed barren, dry
And bore the sullied mark
Of struggle, aging that whimper to cry
In need and thirst after dark.
They long for your aid,
To grace ancient cisterns
Of wisdom, faith with great cascades
And remedy incessant burns.
O ye drought of hope,
Suffice the pangs of love,
That unrequited pines and mopes
For a foreign angel up above.
Vouchsafe the soft prayer,
Of one heart to cloudy skies.
Be of gentle nature to bear
The future's promising lies.