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 For those of the earth envied us,

Envied our beauty and strength.

Yet because, though we faltered and wept,

We held fast, clung close to our love,

Scorned hate even as they scorned us,

Some god has lightened our lives,

Given back the cool mouth of song

And the hands that blossom of fire,

Given too the month crushed like a flower

Which unpetals in marvelous ways,

The limbs that are hard and straight

With maidenly thews and blood,

Given those so that day is aflame

And night shot golden with shafts.

We have suffered, we have bled,

And those of the wind and the moon

Envy our pain, the pain of the terror,

The delight no terror could slay.