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Rh Jutting from quickening suns! Worlds that are kindling, Worlds that are quenching Whirlpools of justice!

And all the suns Round the eternal sun are revolving, Ne'er to be seen, The glittering, tarrying grave, The mystery of the new cosmos Concealing, In silence!

On lips that with love are aquiver, As in a wind that is fragrant, Mighty and quickening, Over the oceans Your song is resounding, O mistress, Unto the new-born.

Slumber-song of the millions, Thro' all the universe quivering, Amid whose rhythmical cadence Worlds in their sorrow are swaying, Cradles of spirits.

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