Like mourning women veiled to the feet br Tall slender rainstorms walk slowly against gray cloud along the br far verge. br The ocean is green where the river empties, br Dull gray between the points of the headlands, purple where br the women walk. br What do they want? Whom are they mourning? br What hero's dust in the urn between the two hands hidden in br the veil? br Titaness after Titaness proudly br Bearing her tender magnificent sorrow at her heart, the lost br battle's beauty.