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 * No more the thunder and the urge
 * Of earth's full tides that storm the verge
 * Of heaven with their sweep and surge
 * Shall lift, shall bear him on;
 * Where is the golden hope that led
 * Him comrade with the mighty dead?
 * The love that aureoled his head?—
 * The glory is withdrawn!
 * How shall one soar with broken wings?
 * The leaguèd might of futile things
 * Wars with the heart that dares and sings;—
 * It is not always Dawn!

A little while, with age and death,
 * He wanders, dreaming.