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268 The peace of great silhouettes be for you, Shadow dancers alive in your blood now, Alive and crying, "Let us out, let us out." The peace of great changes be for you. Whisper, Oh beginners in the hills. Tumble, Oh cubs to-morrow belongs to you. The peace of great loves be for you. Rain, soak these roots; wind, shatter the dry rot. Bars of sunlight, grips of the earth, hug these. The peace of great ghosts be for you, Phantoms of night-gray eyes, ready to go To the fog-star dumps, to the fire-white doors. Yes, the peace of great phantoms be for you, Phantom iron men, mothers of bronze, Keepers of the lean clean breeds.