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The darkness rolls upward. The thick darkness carries with it Rain and a ravel of cloud. The sun comes forth upon earth.

Palely the dawn Leaves me facing timidly Old gardens sunken: And in the gardens is water.

Sombre wreck--autumnal leaves; Shadowy roofs In the blue mist, And a willow-branch that is broken.

O old pagodas of my soul, how you glittered across green trees!

Blue and cool: Blue, tremulously, Blow faint puffs of smoke Across sombre pools. The damp green smell of rotted wood; And a heron that cries from out the water.