Friday, August 29, 2014 @7:32 PM
Arrows of water 'gainst phalanxes green;
Night launches ambush i'th'middle of day.
Heavenquake fissures eat cities unseen
And bellow in anguish at all in the way.
A lashing, a crashing, a self-stripping bare,
A thunderous revolt 'gainst th'infringement of air
Whose cloak glazes land in a trod-warpath sheen,
And then
Whose parting grants silence, yet far more to say.
Life grows the greener where th'elements play.