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 And louder ever and louder and yet more loud Till night be shamed of morn Rings the Black Huntsman's horn Through darkening deeps beneath the covering cloud, Till all the wild beasts of the darkness hear; Till the Czar quake, till Austria cower for fear, Till the king breathe not, till the priest wax pale, Till spies and slayers on seats of judgment quail, Till mitre and cowl bow down And crumble as a crown, Till Cæsar driven to lair and hounded Pope Reel breathless and drop heartless out of hope, And one the uncleanest kinless beast of all Lower than his fortune fall; The wolfish waif of casual empire, born To turn all hate and horror cold with scorn.