The Former Rains

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Now soft rising without roar
Water, the undergird once thought
Even the Chinese, much sought
Its humble ease as earth's core
More than it did truly inspire
Though our world's heart is fire
Liquid fire, Tse might yet say
And rising flood, once waterwise
Banded in by but seas and skies
Rainband remind, and mark the Day
The firmaments regain their name
When firm is bright and bright is flame;
Alas we have no such great tale unrolled
Here, but the rivers swell and sigh
Quietly rend and tear what lie
Low, and less is man concerned with cold
Than to rock and grip tight the oar
Now soft rising without roar.

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