Earth’s mouth was wide open and all stony-soil; Not only living being, but away even parted soul, From crop-less, endless, land, where no creature; No hamlet far and near, nowhere. Vertically the sun shone, and roamed high sun stroke. Leafless trees, shadeless trees, rambled stifled atmosphere. As the Calaharee desert in June is far better, Than this land, a land worst than all sands.
M.A. (English)
