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Rh Therefore go thou within, and watch withal

That all this chance may well and aptly fall.

For you, I charge ye of your lips take heed:

Good words or silence, as the hour may need.

While One Below his counsel shall afford

And ope to me the strait way of the sword.

Host on host, breedeth Earth

Things of fear and ghastly birth;

Arm on arm spreads the Sea

That full of coilèd horrors be;

And fires the sky doth multiply;

And things that crawl, and things that fly,

And they that are born in the wind can tell of the perils

Of tempest and the Wrath on high.

But, ah, the surge over-bold

Of man's passion who hath told?

Who the Love, wild as hate,

In woman's bosom desperate,

Which feedeth in the fields of Woe?

Where lives of mortals linkèd go

The heart of a woman is perilous past all perils

Of stars above or deeps below.

Wist ye not, O light of mind,

Her who slew her son with hate,

Thestios' daughter desolate,