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 The splash of nets passed into it, the grind of sand and shell,

The boat-hook's clash, the boat-oars' jar, the cries to buy and sell,

The flapping of the landed shoals, the canvas crackling free,

And through all varied notes and cries, the roaring of the sea,

The noise of little lives and brave, of needy lives and high;

In gathering all the throes of earth, the living word went by.

Earth's giants bowed down to it, in Empire's huge eclipse,

When darkness sat above the thrones, seven thunders on her lips,

The woes of cities entered it, the clang of idols' falls,

The scream of filthy Cæsars stabbed high in their brazen halls,

The dim hoarse floods of naked men, the world-realms snapping girth,

The trumpets of Apocalypse, the darkness of the earth:

The wrath that brake the eternal lamp and hid the eternal hill,

A world's destruction loading, the word went onward stil—