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How say'st thou?—yea, I see the mark thereof!

Now, art thou slow to embrace thy best-beloved?

No, ancient, no! By this thy sign convinced

Mine heart is. Thou who hast at last appeared,

Unhoped I hold thee!

Clasped at last of me!

Never I looked for this!

Nor dared I hope.

And art thou he?

Yea, thy one champion I,—

So I draw in the net-cast that I seek:

And sure I shall!—we must believe no more

In Gods, if wrong shall triumph over right.

Thou hast come, thou hast come, dawn long-delayed!

Thou hast flashed from the sky, thou hast lifted on high