← There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. 🔊
← 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: 🔊
← My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; 🔊