| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - IV.There was a lull in the rain, a lullIn the wind too; the moon was risen,And would have shone out pure and full,But for the ramparted cloud-prison,Block on block built up in the west,For what purpose the wind knows best,Who changes his mind continually.And the empty other half of the skySeemed in its silence as if it knewWhat, any moment, might look throughA chance-gap in that fortress massy:???
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