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 For such, O high presentment of their dream! Thy pathless sandals wait upon the stone, Thy tranquil face looks evermore to sea: Now turn, and know the treason at thy back! Turn to the anarchs' turrets, and behold The cunning ones that reap where others sow!

In those great strongholds lifted to the sun They plot dominion. Thronèd greeds conspire, Half allied in a brotherhood malign, Against the throneless many

Would One might pour within thy breast of bronze Spirit and life! Then should thy loyal hand Cast down its torch, and thy deep voice should cry: "Turn back! Turn back, O liberative ships! Be warned, ye voyagers! From tyranny To vaster tyranny ye come! Ye come From realms that in my morning twilight wait My radiant invasion. But these shores Have known me and renounced me. I am raised In mockery, and here the forfeit day Deepens to West, and my indignant Star Would hide her shame with darkness and the sea— A sun of doom forecasting on the Land The shadow of the sceptre and the sword."