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I	A
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The sister Hours in circles linked	B
Daughters of men of men the mates	C
Are gone on flow with the day that winked	B
With the night that spanned at golden gates	C
Mothers they leave us quickening seed	D
They bear us grain or flower or weed	D
As we have sown is nought extinct	B
For them we fill to be our Fates	C
Life of the breath is but the loan	E
Passing death what we have sown	E
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Pearly are they till the pale inherited stain	F
Deepens in us and the mirrors they form on their flow	G
Darken to feature and nature a volumed chain	F
Sequent of issue in various eddies they show	G
Theirs is the Book of the River of Life to read	H
Leaf by leaf by reapers of long sown seed	D
There doth our shoot up to light from a spiriting sane	F
Stand as a tree whereon numberless clusters grow	G
Legible there how the heart with its one false move	I
Cast Eurydice pallor on all we love	J
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Our fervid heart has filled that Book in chief	K
Our fitful heart a wild reflection views	L
Our craving heart of passion suckling grief	K
Disowns the author's work it must peruse	L
Inconscient in its leap to wreak the deed	D
A round of harvests red from crimson seed	D
It marks the current Hours show leaf by leaf	K
And rails at Destiny nor traces clues	L
Though sometimes it may think what novel light	M
Will strike their faces when the mind shall write	M
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II	A
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Succourful daughters of men are the rosed and starred	N
Revolving Twelves in their fluent germinal rings	O
Despite the burden to chasten abase depose	P
Fallen on France as the sweep of scythe over sward	Q
They breathed in her ear their voice of the crystal springs	O
That run from a twilight rise from a twilight close	R
Through alternate beams and glooms rejoicingly young	S
Only to Earth's best loved at the breathless turns	T
Where Life in fold of the Shadow reclines unstrung	S
And a ghostly lamp of their moment's union burns	T
Will such pure notes from the fountain head be sung	S
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Voice of Earth's very soul to the soul she would see renewed	U
A song that sought no tears that laid not a touch on the breast	V
Sobbing aswoon and like last foxgloves' bells upon ferns	T
In sandy alleys of woodland silence shedding to bare	W
Daughters of Earth and men they piped of her natural brood	U
Her patient helpful four feet wings on the flit or in nest	V
Paws at our old world task to scoop a defensive lair	W
Snouts at hunt through the scented grasses enhavened scuts	T
Flashing escape under show of a laugh nigh the mossed burrow mouth	X
Sack like droop bronze pears on the nailed branch frontage of huts	T
To greet those wedded toilers from acres where sweat is a shower	Y
Snake cicada lizard on lavender slopes up South	X
Pant for joy of a sunlight driving the fielders to bower	Y
Sharpened in silver by one chance breeze is the olive's grey	Z
A royal mantle floats a red fritillary hies	T
The bee for whom no flower of garden or wild has nay	Z
Noises heard if but named so hot is the trade he plies	T
Processions beneath green arches of herbage the long colonnades	T
Laboured mounds that a foot or a wanton stick may subvert	A2
Homely are they for a lowly look on bedewed grass blades	T
On citied fir droppings on twisted wreaths of the worm in dirt	A2
Does nought so loosen our sight from the despot heart to receive	B2
Balm of a sound Earth's primary heart at its active beat	C2
The motive yet servant of energy simple as morn and eve	B2
Treasureless fetterless free of the bonds of a great conceit	C2
Unwounded even by cruel blows on a body that writhes	T
Nor whimpering under misfortune elusive of obstacles prompt	D2
To quit any threatened familiar domain seen doomed by the scythes	T
Its day's hard business done the score to the good accompt	D2
Creatures of forest and mead Earth's essays in being all kinds	T
Bound by the navel knot to the Mother never astray	Z
They in the ear upon ground will pour their intuitive minds	T
Cut man's tangles for Earth's first broad rectilinear way	Z
Admonishing loftier reaches the rich adventurous shoots	T
Pushes of tentative curves embryonic upwreathings in air	W
Not always the sprouts of Earth's root Laws preserving her brutes	T
Oft but our primitive hungers licentious in fine and fair	W
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Yet the like aerial growths may chance be the delicate sprays	T
Infant of Earth's most urgent in sap her fierier zeal	E2
For entry on Life's upper fields and soul thus flourishing pays	T
The martyr's penance mark for brutish in man to heel	E2
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Her from a nerveless well among stagnant pools of the dry	A
Through her good aim at divine shall commune with Earth remake	S
Fraternal unto sororial her where abashed she may lie	A
Divinest of man shall clasp a world out of darkness awake	S
As it were with the Resurrection's eyelids uplifted to see	T
Honour in shame in substance the spirit in that dry fount	D2
Jets of the songful ascending silvery bright water tree	T
Spout with our Earth's unbaffled resurgent desire for the mount	D2
Though broken at intervals clipped and barren in seeming it be	T
For this at our nature arises rejuvenescent from Earth	F2
However respersive the blow and nigh on infernal the fall	G2
The chastisement drawn down on us merited are we of worth	F2
Amid our satanic excrescences this for the less than a call	G2
Will Earth reprime man cherish the God who is in us and round	D2
Consenting the God there seen Impiety speaks despair	W
Religion the virtue of serving as things of the furrowy ground	D2
Debtors for breath while breath with our fellows in service we	T
share	W
Not such of the crowned discrowned	D2
Can Earth or humanity spare	W
Such not the God let die	D2
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III	A
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Eastward of Paris morn is high	D2
And darkness on that Eastward side	D2
The heart of France beholds a thorn	H2
Is in her frame where shines the morn	H2
A rigid wave usurps her sky	D2
With eagle crest and eagle eyed	D2
To scan what wormy wrinkles hint	D2
Her forces gathering she the thrown	E
From station lopped of an arm astounded lone	E
Reading late History as a foul misprint	D2
Imperial Angelical	G2
At strife commingled in her frame convulsed	D2
Shame of her broken sword a ravening gall	G2
Pain of the limb where once her warm blood pulsed	D2
These tortures to distract her underneath	I2
Her whelmed Aurora's shade But in that space	T
When lay she dumb beside her trampled wreath	I2
Like an unburied body mid the tombs	T
Feeling against her heart life's bitter probe	J2
For life she saw how children of her race	T
The many sober sons and daughters plied	D2
By cottage lamplight through the water globe	J2
By simmering stew pots by the serious looms	T
Afield in factories with the birds astir	W
Their nimble feet and fingers not denied	D2
Refreshful chatter laughter galliard songs	T
So like Earth's indestructible they were	W
That wrestling with its anguish rose her pride	D2
To feel where in each breast the thought of her	W
On whom the circle Hours laid leaded thongs	T
Was constant spoken sometimes in low tone	E
At lip or in a fluttered look	S
A shortened breath and they were her loved own	E
Nor ever did they waste their strength with tears	T
For pity of the weeper nor rebuke	S
Though mainly they were charged to pay her debt	D2
The Mother having conscience in arrears	T
Ready to gush the flood of vain regret	D2
Else hearken to her weaponed children's moan	E
Of stifled rage invoking vengeance hell's	T
If heaven should fail the counter wave that swells	T
In blood and brain for retribution swift	D2
Those helped not wings to her soul were these who yet	D2
Could welcome day for labour night for rest	D2
Enrich her treasury built of cheerful thrift	D2
Of honest heart beyond all miracles	T
And likened to Earth's humblest were Earth's best	D2
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IV	D2
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Brooding on her deep fall the many strings	T
Which formed her nature set a thought on Kings	T
As aids that might the low laid cripple lift	D2
And one among them hummed devoutly leal	G2
While passed the sighing breeze along her breast	D2
Of Kings by the festive vanquishers rammed down	K2
Her gorge since fell the Chief she knew their	W

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