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STRAY BIRDS 135 This rainy evening the wind is restless.

I look at the swaying branches and ponder over the greatness of all things

136 Storm of midnight, like a giant child awakened in the untimely dark, has begun to play and shout.

137 Thou raisest thy waves vainly to follow thy lover, O sea, thou lonely bride of the storm. [41]