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 And when they learnt that I must go They wept and wail'd, but led the way To where a little shallop lay At anchor in the flood below;

And on by many a level mead, And shadowing bluff that made the banks, We glided winding under ranks Of iris, and the golden reed;

And still as vaster grew the shore, And roll'd the floods in grander space, The maidens gather'd strength and grace And presence, lordlier than before;

And I myself, who sat apart And watch'd them, waxt in every limb; I felt the thews of Anakim, The pulses of a Titan's heart;

As one would sing the death of war, And one would chant the history Of that great race, which is to be, And one the shaping of a star;