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12 From out the dull east toward the foamy shore.

There was an awful waiting in the earth

As if a mystery greatened to its birth.

Tho' late it seemed, the day was just begun

When lo! at last, the many-colored bow

Stood in the heavens over against the sun.

PART III

I—"THE PALLID WATCHER OF THE EASTERN SKIES"

II—"MY LOVE FOR THEE DOTH MARCH LIKE ARMÈD MEN"

love for thee doth march like armèd men,

Against a queenly city they would take.

Along the army's front its banners shake;

Across the mountain and the sun-smit plain