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 And the slaves’ teeth as God made them, Then hide from the summoning tribunal, Pharaoh will speak; and I'll seize that word to act. Should the word be a foe's I can use it well As a poison to soak into Egypt's bowels; A wraith from old Nile will cry "For his mercy they break his back" And I shall have a great following for this, The rude, touched heart of the mauled, sweaty horde, Their rough tongues fawn at my hands, their red- streaked eyes Glitter with sacrifice. Well ! Pharaoh bids me act.... Hah! I’m all a-bristle.... Lord, his eyes would go wide If he knew the road my rampant dreams would race! I am too much awake now—restless, so restless. Behind white mists invisibly My thoughts stood like a mountain; But Power, watching as a man, Saw no mountain there— Only the mixing mist and sky And the flat earth.