Ghost rains sweep down, smearing his rugged sides, yet on he writhes, undulant with pine and palm, gleaming until his low, sharp head and lambent tongue, grown gray and pale and silver in the dying day, kisses the molten gold of the golden sea.
Du Bois employs rich imagery to depict the beauty and complexity of nature, symbolizing deeper themes of life and transformation.
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