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Rh Our borrowed sorrow; We will have no thirst for yesterday, No thought for to-morrow."


 * The Journey Starts Swiftly

A thousand times ten thousand times More swift than the sun's swift light Were the Morning Wings in their flight On&mdash; On &mdash; West of the Universe, Thro' the West To Chaos-night.


 * He Nears the God

How the red bells rang As I neared the Chaos-shore! As I flew across to the end of the West The young bells rang and rang Above the Chaos roar, And the wings of the Morning Beat in tune And bore me like a bird along&mdash; And the nearing star turned to a moon&mdash; Gray moon, with a brow of red&mdash; Gray moon with a golden song.