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60 And its brethren came and eyed me,

Called the Universe to aid,

Till I lay, with naught to hide me,

'Neath the Scorn of all Things Made.

Dun and saffron, robed and splendid

Broke the solemn, pitying Day,

And I knew my pains were ended,

And I turned and tried to pray;

But my speech was shattered wholly,

And I wept as children weep,

Till the dawn-wind, softly, slowly,

Brought to burning eyelids sleep.