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In the sun’s eclipse It would be manifest

by the shining through,

Of light, as through aught tenuous interfused

Beneath the touches of warm rays

Within the heaven of the divine repose

Revolves a body, in whose virtue lies

The being of whatever it contains.

Divides this being

by essences diverse,

Distinguished from it, and by it contained

Beneath which thou wast born it bitter seemed

Black whisper howl in the Heaven

Revolves a body, in whose virtue lies

The being of whatever it contains.

Divides this being

by essences diverse,

Black whisper

howl in the Heaven