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 Ever shaming the maidens,—lily and rose

Confess thee, and each mild flame that glows

In the clarified virginal bosoms of stones that shine,

It is thine, it is thine:

Thou chemist of storms, whether driving the winds a-swirl

Or a-flicker the subtiler essences polar that whirl

In the magnet earth,—yea, thou with a storm for a heart,

Rent with debate, many-spotted with question, part

From part oft sundered, yet ever a globèd light,

Yet ever the artist, ever more large and bright

Than the eye of a man may avail of:—manifold One,

I must pass from thy face, I must pass from the face of the Sun;

Old Want is awake and agog, every wrinkle a-frown;

The worker must pass to his work in the terrible town;

But I fear not, nay, and I fear not the thing to be done;

I am strong with the strength of my lord the Sun;