English poem
So she hears, not in words, but in spirit, the changeful…
by John Reade (1826–)
So she hears, not in words, but in spirit, the changeful tale of the past, As she leans to the sun with veins that are blue like the blue of the sky, Hears with a smile on her lips that the demon Division is cast Into the river of death, as a monster worthy to die.