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OLDER THAN ANYTHING ELSE IN
THE WORLD.
Older than anything else in the world
Is the sound of rain.
Earth's without form again, and void,
And the waters cover it.
Land has not risen above its tidal plain,
And gray is the gloom of all, in and
around and above it.

Life is an unborn brooding still
On the face of the earth,
And God has not found a way yet
To dwell in the waters.
And the sound of rain is a sound that
is never still,
And men have not come yet, nor the
sons of men nor the daughters.

No green thing is about, and no bird's
wing
Alights in branches,
Time and space are steeped in a sound,
This is steeped in sorrow,
Winds are unknown; there is only room
for the sigh
That besogs the day and night, and
the end of the night and the
morrow.