Seeing herself within the mystic circle of my voice,
Whereat forthwith its music turns to blades and tongues of fire
Rending the bonds and weaving round the Hawk a skein of light
Raising the work and the Toiler to the never-ending Day.
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If the dread all-seeing stars,
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Before the glory of your love
In adoration, and to proveYour praises every Truth is proud:Each silent witness testifiesYour wonder by its native worthAnd dumbly its delight deniesThat your wild music may have birth:Only this madman cannot keepYour peace, but flings his bursting heartForth to red battle,—while they weepYour music who have held apart.
This heritage to the race of kings
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