The Source

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The Source

All day the air triumphs with its two voices

Of wind and rain

As loud as if in anger it rejoices,

Drowning the sound of earth

That gulps and gulps in choked endeavour vain

To swallow the rain.

Half the night, too, only the wild air speaks

With wind and rain,

Till forth the dumb source of the river breaks

And drowns the rain and wind,

Bellows like a giant bathing in mighty mirth

The triumph of earth.