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the deep silence of the midnight hours, I call upon ye, oh ye viewless powers! Before whose presence mortal daring cowers.

I have subdued ye to my own stern will, I fear ye not; but I must shudder still, Faint with the awful purpose ye fulfil.

Not for myself I call the æther-born, They have no boon my being doth not scorn— Wholly and bitterly am I forlorn.