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The rain cleaned off the steep facade of houses;
I write upon the white and stony sheet
And feel how my tired hand so softly rouses
From love poems that always, sweetly, were a cheat.
I wake in the…
. . . And in darkness of night, without dagger or bow,
On a light steed King Saul arrives at ‘Ein Dor.
And in one of the houses a dark light appears,
The squire softly…
The dreadful angel in me is invisible
today, his screeching almost still.
You startle at its whisper. Is it
someone come to pay a visit
or a grasshopper tapping at the sill?
It’s he. Oh, he is…