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 Not suddenly, not by a hidden snare,

Into doom without limit or loosing ye fare,

Mesh'd by perverseness of mind!

Ay sooth in deed, and in word no more,

Earth smitten springs!

Through the nether passages rolls the roar

Of thunder; the lightnings run in curls

Of scrabbled fire, and the dust up-whirls

His eddying pillars: winds break free

And leap to battle together, disclosing

High contention of blasts opposing,

Wind with wind; and the sky and sea

In broils are mingled and blusterings.

For the arm is bared of the God most high

With onrush of tempest and terror to fold me.

O holy name of my Mother, O sky,