A wall of water fifty fathoms high
Appeared on the horizon to my horror,
Created when a distant mountainside
Dissolved into the ocean with a roar.
It was as if the Great Bull in the sky,
Stampeding in a herd with thousands more,
Had been turned loose upon the countryside
To trample and engulf the valley floor.
I did not flinch, betraying no alarm,
Ignored the screaming of the panicked throng.
Resolved to meet the deluge face to face,
I gathered my beloved in my arms,
Releasing tears sheâ€™d dammed up for so long,
As, sobbing, she dissolved in my embrace.
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