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Signals of return, awaited by all beings of earth, Mustering the brotherhood of huntsmen In mocking labyrinths deep in the foreat of dreams?

In the grief of multitudes over blood-stained fields, In the anguished blenching of usurpers, In the secret victories of woman, Like flames on a thousand-armed lustre, At every opening of doors, by which the awaited approach, In a gust of spirit-music Hearts are aquiver.

Hail to you arrivals! Vintages of our most potent grapes Mark the path for you! Black, charred traces of our fires, Where we have sat beneath the sparkling of heavenly lights, In silence of night, singing of your advent; Hallowed tokens, Which in the language of nations destined to perish We have graven on vertical scutcheons of rock, Ruined arches of triumphal gates Of our rulers, Temple-obelisks hidden beneath Deposit of ages.—