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Rh And she answers with no sign; Utters neither yea nor nay; Fires the water hued as wine; Kneads another spark in clay. Terror is about her hid; Silence of the thunders locked; Lightnings lining the shut lid; Fixity on quaking rocked. Lo, you look at Flow and Drought Interflashed and interwrought: Ended is begun, begun Ended, quick as torrents run. Young Impulsion spouts to sink; Luridness and lustre link; 'Tis your come and go of breath; Mirrored pants the Life, the Death; Each of either reaped and sown: Rosiest rosy wanes to crone. See you so? your senses drift;