Black bier,
Heavens that frown on earth
You see my Monsignor
The heavens circumspect our Earth
And find it dirty somewhat
Relative
And thus growing dark in face
Load
Themselves with clouds that frown
That frown
And rain
‘This night will rain! , ’
So
Said the old boor returning home:
He looked in to the heavens with fear
He looked in to the heavens with mercy
In his look
Then went his way beyond
Beyond
The horizon of the vesper sleep.
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