words.

    I bid you see your glory and mine,

    But you turn, and close your eyes,

    And rock your thrones.

    Ye sovereigns wh,

    God self-bent, omorrow,

    Self-h speech

    And lashunderings!

    Your feud is but t Lyre

    rings ten by his fingers

    he Pleiades for cymbals.

    Even noering and rumbling,

    his harp rings, his cymbals clash,

    And I beseech you hear his song.

    Behold, man and woman,

    Flame to flame,

    In acy.

    Roots t suck at t of purple earth,

    Flame flo ts of the sky.

    And ,

    And he enduring sky.

    Our soul, even the soul of life, your soul and mine,

    D in a t enflamed,

    And garments ting waves.

    Your sceptre cannot siny,

    Your  ambition.

    this and all is wiped away

    In the passion of a man and a maid.

    Second God

    Yea, his love of man and woman?

    See  ,

    And t h his song.

    Behroned,

    In t t sings to a body t dances.

    First God

    I  turn my eyes doo t of earth,

    Nor to  you call love.

    And w is love,

    But t uncertainty

    to another slow agony?

    I  look downward.

    is to behold

    Save a man and a  t greo trap them

    t t renounce self

    And parent creatures for our unborn tomorrow?

    third God

    Oion of knowing,

    tarless veil of prying and questioning

    he world;

    And to human forbearance!

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