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I	A
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He walked under the shadow of the Hill	B
Where men are fed into the fires	C
And walled apart	D
Unarmed and alone	E
He summoned his mates from the pit's mouth	F
Where tools rested on the floors	G
And great cranes swung	H
Unemptied on the iron girders	C
And they who were the Lords of the Hill	B
Were seized with a great fear	I
When they heard out of the silence of wheels	J
The answer ringing	K
In endless reverberations	L
Under the mountain	M
	-
So they covered up their faces	N
And crept upon him as he slept	O
Out of eye holes in black cloth	P
They looked upon him who had flung	H
Between them and their ancient prey	Q
The frail barricade of his life	R
And when night that has connived at so much	S
Was heavy with the unborn day	Q
They haled him from his bed	T
	-
Who might know of that wild ride	U
Only the bleak Hill	B
The red Hill vigilant	V
Like a blood shot eye	A
In the black mask of night	W
Dared watch them as they raced	X
By each blind folded street	Y
Godiva might have ridden down	Z
But when they stopped beside the Place	A2
I know he turned his face	A2
Wistfully to the accessory night	W
	-
And when he saw against the sky	A
Sagged like a silken net	B2
Under its load of stars	C2
The black bridge poised	D2
Like a gigantic spider motionless	E2
I know there was a silence in his heart	D
As of a frozen sea	F2
Where some half lifted arm mid way	Q
Wavers and drops heavily	F2
	-
I know he waved to life	R
And that life signaled back transcending space	A2
To each high powered sense	G2
So that he missed no gesture of the wind	H2
Drawing the shut leaves close	I2
So that he saw the light on comrades' faces	N
Of camp fires out of sight	W
And the savor of meat and bread	T
Blew in his nostrils and the breath	J2
Of unrailed spaces	N
Where shut wild clover smelled as sweet	Y
As a virgin in her bed	T
	-
I know he looked once at America	K2
Quiescent with her great flanks on the globe	L2
And once at the skies whirling above him	M2
Then all that he had spoken against	N2
And struck against and thrust against	N2
Over the frail barricade of his life	R
Rushed between him and the stars	C2
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II	A
	-
Life thunders on	O2
Over the black bridge	P2
The line of lighted cars	C2
Creeps like a monstrous serpent	V
Spooring gold	Q2
	-
Watchman what of the track	R2
	-
Night silence stars	C2
All's Well	S2
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III	A
	-
Light	W
Breaking mists	T2
Hills gliding like hands out of a slipping hold	Q2
Light over the pit mouths	U2
Streaming in tenuous rays down the black gullets of the Hill	B
The copper insensate sleeping in the buried lode	V2
Light	W
Forcing the clogged windows of arsenals	W2
Probing with long sentient fingers in the copper chips	X2
Gleaming metallic and cold	Q2
In numberless slivers of steel	Y2
Light over the trestles and the iron clips	X2
Of the black bridge poised like a gigantic spider motionless	E2
Sweet inquisition of light like a child's wonder	Z2
Intrusive innocently staring light	W
That nothing appals	E2
	-
Light in the slow fumbling summer leaves	E2
Cooing and calling	K
All winged and avid things	E2
Waking the early flies keen to the scent	A3
Green jeweled iridescent flies	E2
Unerringly steering	K
Swarming over the blackened lips	E2
The young day sprays with indiscriminate gold	Q2
	-
Watchman what of the Hill	B
	-
Wheels turn	B3
The laden cars	E2
Go rumbling to the mill	B
And Labor walks beside the mules	E2
All's Well with the Hill	B

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