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 To strangle him there before he knew too soon

What he must know too late.

Now it was fear,

Not peace, that falling on him like a wave,

Covered and overwhelmed him; it was fear,

Not peace, that made him cold and left him trembling

After the cold had passed. The coming drums

Were like the vanguard of a Juggernaut

Approaching slowly through a rolling cloud

Of fiery sound that was anon to burst

And inundate him with an ecstacy

Of mad regret before those golden wheels

Behind should crush him. He could only wait,

Therefore, and in his helplessness be seared

With his own lightning. When the music leapt