I should also/with a hoarse throat/sing:

This/storm-hit land/,

This/forever surging/our sad river,

This/uneasy/angry wind is blowing,

That/from the forest/very gentle dawn ...

-Then/I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why/my eyes/often contain tears?

Because/I/love this land deeply. ...

"/"is a pause in reading aloud.