What is lovelier than rain that lingers Falling through the western light? The light that`s red between my fingers Bathes infinite heaven`s remotest height. Whither will the cloud its darkness carry Whose trembling drops about me spill? Two worlds, of shadow and splendour, marry: I stand between them rapt and still.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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