← With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; 🔊
← With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: 🔊
← Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire. 🔊
← And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge. 🔊
← The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: 🔊