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 When the Undying crawled from night— From loathsomeness, into God's light.

O Lord! there was a flood of sound Came rushing through my ears, When I arose from underground, A wild thing shedding tears:— The voices of glad birds and brooks, And eke of greenwood tree, With all the long-remembered looks Of earth, and sky, and sea, Danced madly through my 'wildered brain, And shook me like a wind-swung chain.

Men marvelled at the ghastly form That sat before the sun— That laughed to scorn the pelting storm, Nor would the thunders shun; The bearded Shape that gibbered sounds Of uncouth lore and lands, Struck awe into these Heathen hounds, Who, lifting up their hands,