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And still we weave, and still we are content In slaving for the sovereigns who have spent
 * The savings of the toiling of the mind

Upon the glory of Dismemberment.

Nor king nor slave the hungry Days will spare; Between their fangéd Hours alike we fare:
 * Anon they bound upon us while we play

Unheeding at the threshold of their Lair.