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 ba) my hod, in The rain has held back for days and. w days, my arid heart. The horizon is fiercely naked - not the thinnest cover of a soft cloud, not the vaguest hint of a distant cool shower. Seno thj angry storm, darkwith death, if it is thy hou wish, and with lasheory lightning startle the sky from end to end. Borut, cati back, my lord, callback, this pervading silent heat, stilland keenand Cruel, burning the heart with dire despair, of grace bend low from above like the tearferl look oy the mother on the the day of the father's wrath Let the cloud of 70