| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | IV. Inevitable Three Poems ii. Storm | | By Florence Randal Livesay (18741953) |
| | Translated from the Ukrainian of Fedkovich |
| HOW it blows | |
| From Yuha! | |
| See how the dark cloud grows! | |
| What wrath it brings!
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| But when, who knows, | 5 |
| O villagers of Yuha, | |
| Will it dry | |
| Your bleeding wounds? | |
| Ah, when
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| Is it you, still, | 10 |
| O Villager of Yuha? | |
| Still it is I. | |
| Cleansèd, my wounds | |
| All healèd lie. | | | |
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