Back of wild clouds that spill their brew of shadow On wave and hill and vale. The faithful sun and faithful stars we trace; Rack of the thunder and the hurtling hail, Rack of the wailing clamor of the tempest, Blue lies the rhythmic hush of boundless space.
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