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 We whose right to light Heaven's high noon denies, Whom the blind beams smite That for you shine bright, And but burn our eyes,

With what dreams of beams Shall we build up day, At what sourceless streams Seek to drink in dreams Ere they pass away?

In what street shall meet, At what market-place, Your feet and our feet, With one goal to greet, Having run one race?

What one hope shall ope For us all as one One same horoscope, Where the soul sees hope That outburns the sun?

At what shrine what wine, At what board what bread, Salt as blood or brine,