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34 Dead and out-cast  and naked  It is I

Beside my bridegroom: and the wild beasts cry,

And ravin on God's chosen!

O, ye wreaths!

Ye garlands of my God, whose love yet breathes

About me; shapes of joyance mystical;

Begone! I have forgot the festival,

Forgot the joy. Begone! I tear ye, so,

From off me! Out on the swift winds they go.

With flesh still clean I give them back to thee,

Still white, O God, O light that leadest me!

Where lies the galley? Whither shall I tread?

See that your watch be set, your sail be spread.

The wind comes quick! Three Powers—mark me, thou!—

There be in Hell, and one walks with thee now!

Mother, farewell, and weep not! O my sweet

City, my earth-clad brethren, and thou great

Sire that begat us; but a space, ye Dead,

And I am with you: yea, with crownèd head

I come, and shining from the fires that feed

On these that slay us now, and all their seed!

The Queen, ye Watchers! See, she falls, she falls,

Rigid without a word! O sorry thralls,