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Rh As it were a polished mirror that reflects

An unchanged world; and not when the steel melts,

Bubbling and hissing, till there's naught but fume.

When it is melted, when it all fumes up,

They walk, as when beside those three in the furnace

The form of the fourth.

Master, there's none among us

That has not heard your mockery of these,

Or thoughts like these, and we have not forgot.

Something incredible has happened&mdash;some one has come