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Rh By hunger sharply sped To grasp at weapons ere he learns their use, In each new ring he bears a giant's thews, An infant's head.

And ever that old task Of reading what he is and whence he came, Whither to go, finds wilder letters flame Across her mask.

She hears his wailful prayer, When now to the Invisible he raves To rend him from her, now his mother craves Her calm, her care.