The drowned world

I recall the wet green smell of air

Walking with you sister down 1the lanes11

Singing as we walked with open mouths.

Tasting the soft pureness of the rain.

In the woods we hoped see the deer

Children from the farm came out to play.

We soon picked up their accents and their grins,

The cow called sadly for its calf that day.

The dripping trees in sorrow wept to hear

The plaintive cow in grief beside the house

Little rivers ran along the road

I thought I saw a hawk descend and pounce.

Drown me with your tears you awful clouds

For all the world with sorrow’s well endowed

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