What this o'erarching splendour
Closing in from the west
Does raise, stormy and aloud
Through its semblance war-cloud
Is that prospect, a people
Hope-sapped in the extreme
Now within their captive state
With renewed strength await.
And we're its time in summer's
Pleading for help image:
'Drive back Heats corps, hells evoke;
Air's brand-in-hand stoke! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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