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Those of the earth envy us,

Envy our beauty and frail strength;

Those of the wind and the moon

Envy our pain.

For as a doe that has never born child

We were swift to fly from terror;

And as fragile edged steel

We turned, we pierced, we endured.

We have known terror:

The terror of the wind and silent shadows,

The terror of great heights,

The terror of the worm,

The terror of thunder and fire,

The terror of water and slime,

The terror of horror and fear,

The terror of desire and pain—

The terror of apathy.

As a beast, as an arrow of pine,

Terror cleft us,

Tore us in envy away,

So that for month upon month

Pain wore us, hope left us, despair clutched us.