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The trumpets of the four winds of the world	A
From the ends of the earth blow battle the night heaves	B
With breasts palpitating and wings refurled	A
With passion of couched limbs as one who grieves	B
Sleeping and in her sleep she sees uncurled	A
Dreams serpent shapen such as sickness weaves	B
Down the wild wind of vision caught and whirled	A
Dead leaves of sleep thicker than autumn leaves	B
Shadows of storm shaped things	C
Flights of dim tribes of kings	C
The reaping men that reap men for their sheaves	B
And without grain to yield	A
Their scythe swept harvest field	A
Thronged thick with men pursuing and fugitives	D
Dead foliage of the tree of sleep	E
Leaves blood coloured and golden blown from deep to deep	E
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I hear the midnight on the mountains cry	F
With many tongues of thunders and I hear	G
Sound and resound the hollow shield of sky	F
With trumpet throated winds that charge and cheer	H
And through the roar of the hours that fighting fly	F
Through flight and fight and all the fluctuant fear	H
A sound sublimer than the heavens are high	F
A voice more instant than the winds are clear	H
Say to my spirit Take	I
Thy trumpet too and make	I
A rallying music in the void night's ear	G
Till the storm lose its track	J
And all the night go back	J
Till as through sleep false life knows true life near	H
Thou know the morning through the night	A
And through the thunder silence and through darkness light	A
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I set the trumpet to my lips and blow	K
The height of night is shaken the skies break	I
The winds and stars and waters come and go	K
By fits of breath and light and sound that wake	I
As out of sleep and perish as the show	K
Built up of sleep when all her strengths forsake	I
The sense compelling spirit the depths glow	K
The heights flash and the roots and summits shake	I
Of earth in all her mountains	L
And the inner foamless fountains	L
And wellsprings of her fast bound forces quake	I
Yea the whole air of life	M
Is set on fire of strife	M
Till change unmake things made and love remake	I
Reason and love whose names are one	N
Seeing reason is the sunlight shed from love the sun	N
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The night is broken eastward is it day	A
Or but the watchfires trembling here and there	O
Like hopes on memory's devastated way	A
In moonless wastes of planet stricken air	O
O many childed mother great and grey	A
O multitudinous bosom and breasts that bare	O
Our fathers' generations whereat lay	A
The weanling peoples and the tribes that were	P
Whose new born mouths long dead	A
Those ninefold nipples fed	A
Dim face with deathless eyes and withered hair	O
Fostress of obscure lands	Q
Whose multiplying hands	Q
Wove the world's web with divers races fair	O
And cast it waif wise on the stream	R
The waters of the centuries where thou sat'st to dream	R
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O many minded mother and visionary	S
Asia that sawest their westering waters sweep	E
With all the ships and spoils of time to carry	S
And all the fears and hopes of life to keep	E
Thy vesture wrought of ages legendary	S
Hides usward thine impenetrable sleep	E
And thy veiled head night's oldest tributary	S
We know not if it speak or smile or weep	E
But where for us began	T
The first live light of man	T
And first born fire of deeds to burn and leap	E
The first war fair as peace	U
To shine and lighten Greece	U
And the first freedom moved upon the deep	E
God's breath upon the face of time	V
Moving a present spirit seen of men sublime	V
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There where our east looks always to thy west	A
Our mornings to thine evenings Greece to thee	S
These lights that catch the mountains crest by crest	A
Are they of stars or beacons that we see	S
Taygetus takes here the winds abreast	A
And there the sun resumes Thermopylae	A
The light is Athens where those remnants rest	A
And Salamis the sea wall of that sea	S
The grass men tread upon	W
Is very Marathon	W
The leaves are of that time unstricken tree	S
That storm nor sun can fret	A
Nor wind since she that set	A
Made it her sign to men whose shield was she	S
Here as dead time his deathless things	C
Eurotas and Cephisus keep their sleepless springs	C
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O hills of Crete are these things dead O waves	X
O many mouthed streams are these springs dry	F
Earth dost thou feed and hide now none but slaves	X
Heaven hast thou heard of men that would not die	F
Is the land thick with only such men's graves	X
As were ashamed to look upon the sky	F
Ye dead whose name outfaces and outbraves	X
Death is the seed of such as you gone by	F
Sea have thy ports not heard	A
Some Marathonian word	A
Rise up to landward and to Godward fly	F
No thunder that the skies	X
Sent not upon us rise	X
With fire and earthquake and a cleaving cry	F
Nay light is here and shall be light	A
Though all the face of the hour be overborne with night	A
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I set the trumpet to my lips and blow	A
The night is broken northward the pale plains	X
And footless fields of sun forgotten snow	A
Feel through their creviced lips and iron veins	X
Such quick breath labour and such clean blood flow	A
As summer stricken spring feels in her pains	X
When dying May bears June too young to know	A
The fruit that waxes from the flower that wanes	X
Strange tyrannies and vast	A
Tribes frost bound to their past	A
Lands that are loud all through their length with chains	X
Wastes where the wind's wings break	I
Displumed by daylong ache	I
And anguish of blind snows and rack blown rains	X
And ice that seals the White Sea's lips	X
Whose monstrous weights crush flat the sides of shrieking ships	X
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Horrible sights and sounds of the unreached pole	A
And shrill fierce climes of inconsolable air	O
Shining below the beamless aureole	A
That hangs about the north wind's hurtling hair	O
A comet lighted lamp sublime and sole	A
Dawn of the dayless heaven where suns despair	O
Earth skies and waters smitten into soul	A
Feel the hard veil that iron centuries wear	O
Rent as with hands in sunder	P
Such hands as make the thunder	P
And clothe with form all substance and strip bare	O
Shapes shadows sounds and lights	X
Of their dead days and nights	X
Take soul of life too keen for death to bear	O
Life conscience forethought will desire	P
Flood men's inanimate eyes and dry drawn hearts with fire	P
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Light light and light to break and melt in sunder	P
All clouds and chains that in one bondage bind	A
Eyes hands and spirits forged by fear and wonder	P
And sleek fierce fraud with hidden knife behind	A
There goes no fire from heaven before their thunder	P
Nor are the links not malleable that wind	A
Round the snared limbs and souls that ache thereunder	P
The hands are mighty were the head not blind	A
Priest is the staff of king	Y
And chains and clouds one thing	Y
And fettered flesh with devastated mind	A
Open thy soul to see	X
Slave and thy feet are free	X
Thy bonds and thy beliefs are one in kind	A
And of thy fears thine irons wrought	A
Hang weights upon thee fashioned out of thine own thought	A
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O soul O God O glory of liberty	X
To night and day their lightning and their light	A
With heat of heart thou kindlest the quick sea	X
And the dead earth takes spirit from thy sight	A
The natural body of things is warm with thee	X
And the world's weakness parcel of thy might	A
Thou seest us feeble and forceless fit to be	X
Slaves of the years that drive us left and right	A
Drowned under hours like waves	X
Wherethrough we row like slaves	X
But if thy finger touch us these take flight	A
If but one sovereign word	A
Of thy live lips be heard	A
What man shall stop us and what God shall smite	A
Do thou but look in our dead eyes	X
They are stars that light each other till thy sundawn rise	X
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Thou art the eye of this blind body of man	T
The tongue of this	X