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 They that in day's despite Would crown the imperial night, And in deep hate of insubmissive spring Rethrone the royal winter for a king, This day that casts the days of darkness down Low as a broken crown, We call thee from the gulf of deeds and days, Deathless and dead, to hear us whom we praise.

A light of many lights about thine head, Lights manifold and one, Stars molten in a sun, A sun of divers beams incorporated, Compact of confluent aureoles, each more fair Than man, save only at highest of man, may wear, So didst thou rise, when this our grey-grown age Had trod two paces of his pilgrimage,