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There were shouts of kindred warfare Through the dark streets ringing high. Though every sign was full which told Of the bloody vintage nigh.

Though the wild red spears and arrows Of many a meteor host, Went flashing o'er the holy stars, In the sky now seen, now lost.

And that fearful sound was heard In the Temple's deepest heart, As if mighty wings rush'd by, And a voice cried mournfully, "Let us depart!"

But within the fated city There was revelry that night; The wine-cup and the timbrel note, And the blaze of banquet light.