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Thou art moulded in marble impassive	A
False goddess fair statue of strife	B
Yet standest on pedestal massive	A
A symbol and token of life	B
Thou art still not with stillness of languor	C
And calm not with calm boding rest	D
For thine is all wrath and all anger	C
That throbs far and near in the breast	D
Of man by thy presence possess'd	D
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With the brow of a fallen archangel	E
The lips of a beautiful fiend	F
And locks that are snake like to strangle	E
And eyes from whose depths may be glean'd	F
The presence of passions that tremble	E
Unbidden yet shine as they may	G
Through features too proud to dissemble	E
Too cold and too calm to betray	G
Their secrets to creatures of clay	G
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Thy breath stirreth faction and party	H
Men rise and no voice can avail	I
To stay them rose tinted Astarte	H
Herself at thy presence turns pale	I
For deeper and richer the crimson	J
That gathers behind thee throws forth	K
A halo thy raiment and limbs on	L
And leaves a red track in the path	M
That flows from thy wine press of wrath	M
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For behind thee red rivulets trickle	E
Men fall by thy hands swift and lithe	N
As corn falleth down to the sickle	E
As grass falleth down to the scythe	O
Thine arm strong and cruel and shapely	H
Lifts high the sharp pitiless lance	P
And rapine and ruin and rape lie	Q
Around thee The Furies advance	P
And Ares awakes from his trance	P
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We too with our bodies thus weakly	H
With hearts hard and dangerous thus	R
We owe thee the saints suffered meekly	H
Their wrongs it is not so with us	R
Some share of thy strength thou hast given	J
To mortals refusing in vain	S
Thine aid We have suffered and striven	J
Till we have grown reckless of pain	S
Though feeble of heart and of brain	S
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Fair spirit alluring if wicked	H
False deity terribly real	T
Our senses are trapp'd our souls tricked	H
By thee and thy hollow ideal	T
The soldier who falls in his harness	R
And strikes his last stroke with slack hand	H
On his dead face thy wrath and thy scorn is	U
Imprinted Oh seeks he a land	H
Where he shall escape thy command	H
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When the blood of thy victims lies red on	L
That stricken field fiercest and last	H
In the sunset that gilds Armageddon	J
With battle drift still overcast	H
When the smoke of thy hot conflagrations	U
O'ershadows the earth as with wings	U
Where nations have fought against nations	U
And kings have encounter'd with kings	U
When cometh the end of all things	U
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Then those who have patiently waited	H
And borne unresisting the pain	S
Of thy vengeance unglutted unsated	H
Shall they be rewarded again	V
Then those who enticed by thy laurels	U
Or urged by thy promptings unblest	H
Have striven and stricken in quarrels	U
Shall they too find pardon and rest	H
We know not yet hope for the best	H

Adam Lindsay Gordon

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