The silence in the
Wide, wide plain
And in the glen below
Where birds sits
Still on bough
And move not
The silence was long
In being broken.
The Heavens, the immense Heavens,
I felt
That they were as pending
Clouds waiting for the bursting
Flooding of the rains
Whilst
Torrents breaks
And loose Zephyr
Lets the string of
His bag of winds.
It was thus that the Heavens
Spoke
It was thus their mighty Voice
It was thus
That Heavens broke the Silence.
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