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Flares up enkindled, in feverish tempest of sweetness and death, Grains of glowing coal, uprooted by implement of iron;— In frowning silences of hollows, in grievous forebodings of summer, When torrents of spring-tide powers, quenched in the blossom, petrify as lava motionless, Days, like toilers im secret foundries, creep onward in weariness, And in drops of sweat sparkle man and beast, a brotherly coupling in the yoke Under a single invisible lash, that scourges from sunrise to sunset; On waves of oceans and souls, where anguished behests of sailors, clutched by the whirlwind, Rotate around the masts, outdinned by triumph of lightnings, when skies and waters Are welded into a single element of horror and death;— At all forges, looms and presses, in quarries and subterranean shafts, Upon building-sites of the Pharaohs, where nations lament in bondage And raise up gigantic tombs above uncounted lords;— In the demoniac movement of wheels, pistons and levers and overhead whirring hammers;— On battle-fields, in observatories, academies, lazarets, laboratories;—