He wept, he wept: there came a wind
Out of the cloud heavy and blind:
The angel of human thoughts had joy —
And water dropped from the cloud's hair,
The sun shone on the green leaves fair,
The wood-side sparkled everywhere.
He moaned: great pain weighed down his eyes;
His knees were bent, thick came his sighs:
The angel of human wounds had joy —
The sad Earth was bemired with rain,
The ditches rose and stormed the plain,
The eddying wind blew round again.
He died: his head to earth was bowed,
Then sudden lifted to the cloud:
The angel of broken wings had joy —
The sun grew strong in the thick air,
The rainbow fled; half heaven was bare,
The storm went off with wings aflare.