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46  Stilled within us the fire of his blood, beset with a curse, Glowing eternally, ne'er to be quenchèd.

In stars of the morning dew, upon fields of battle we quivered, In torrents of tears we fierily flowed over places of judgment, To the quickening rhythms of life we sang within cities of marble, 'Neath the triumphal bridges, and 'mid beating of waves in the oceans, With ironical pathos we thundered the epic of earths Buried 'mid thousands of years In the glowing ferments of fire We seethed to the cloud-concealed mountains' ethereal glaciers, O'er the hidden lair of the golden sun at his setting, Like airy mirages, recoiling on distant paths of the cosmos From a mighty world, more resplendent. The rainbow have we conjured in waterfalls' weeping, and under the starry mirrors of ocean We hid the eternal war of our numberless creatures, Mute and relentless, with flashes agleam in the murky depths. Like to the luring orbs of serpents we glinted o'er treacherous whirlpools, In scaly rivers, but like to the graveyards of thousands of graves, 