Out of the 胸懷 of the air,
Out of the
雲褶 of her 衣裳 shaken,
Over the
林地 brown and bare,
Over the
農田 foresaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the

Even as our 雲想 take
in some expression,
Even as the 憂思 doth make
In the
素容 confession,
哀穹 reveals
it feels.

This is the
of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the
天機 of despair,
in its cloudy 胸懷 hoarded,
Now 細語 and revealed
and field.