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 "Brought they any tidings for us from the Sun?"

"Xo, my chief, not one," "Left they not a road-sign, how the way was won?"

" Xo, my chief, none. But girl-child, man-child, creature yet unborn, Doe and fawn together so, weltering and torn, X'ewborn of woman where the flag-stones bled ; (Better can the vultures do, for the shamed dead.) Road-dust sobbing where the lightning burst —

It was not for hunger ;

It was not for thirst."

"Brought they not some token that the stars look on?"

— "X'o, my chief, none."

"X'ever yet a message from the highways over- head?"

— "Brother, I have said."

"Old years, gray years, years of growing things, We have toiled and kept the watch with our wonder-

ings; But to see what things should be, when that Men

had wings.

"Sea-mark, sea-wall, — ships above the tide; Mine and mole-way under-earth, to have its hidden

pride ; —

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