Who take the boon and ne'er repay.”
Canto XXVIII. The Rains.
“See, brother, see” thus Ráma cried
On Mályavat's[618] dark-wooded side,
“A chain of clouds, like lofty hills,
The sky with gathering shadow fills.
Nine months those clouds have borne the load
Conceived from sunbeams as they glowed,
And, having drunk the seas, give birth,