Atmospheres grunt, the homes of men cringe
Manic-shadowed of bough
Psychopathic winds have hold of.
An elemental row
Ongoing with factions of the earth;
With factions of the air.
Just so long am spared in sleep
Dispassionate can bear!
Eventually has set, ice-numb
All land, too long aghast;
With Sun, of his bright sword's extension
Of motivating past.
Whence comes the promise of counterstroke
To chair him savouring
A resilient warbler need look no further
Than it recollect spring!
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