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Me in far lands did Justice call cold queen	A
Among the dead who after heat and haste	B
At length have leisure for her steadfast voice	C
That gathers peace from the great deeps of hell	D
She call'd me saying 'I heard a cry by night	E
Go thou and question not within thy halls	F
My will awaits fulfilment Lo the dead	G
Cries out before me in the under world	H
Seek not to justify thyself in me	I
Be strong and I will show thee wise in time	J
For though my face be dark yet unto those	K
Who truly follow me through storm or shine	L
For these the veil shall fall and they shall see	I
They walked with Wisdom though they knew her not '	M
So sped I home and from the under world	H
Forever came a wind that fill'd my sails	N
Cold like a spirit and ever her still voice	C
Spoke over shoreless seas and fathomless deeps	C
And in great calms as from a colder world	H
Nor slack'd I sail by day nor yet when night	E
Fell on my running keel and now would burn	O
With all her eyes my errand into me	I
So sped I on fill'd with a voice divine	L
And hardly wist I whom I was to slay	P
My mother but a vague heroic dream	Q
Possess'd me fired to do the will of gods	C
I lost the man in minister of Heaven	R
Nor took I note of sandbank nor of storm	S
Nor of the ocean's thunders when the shores	C
All round had faded leaving me alone	T
I knew I could not die till I had slain	U
But when I came once more upon the land	V
That rear'd me all the sweetness of old days	C
Came back on me I stood as from a dream	Q
Waked to a sudden sad reality	I
And when far off I saw those ancient towers	C
The palaces and places of my youth	W
I long'd to fall into my mother's arms	C
And tell a thousand tales of near escapes	C
And lo the nurse that fondled me of yore	X
Fell with glad tears upon my neck and told	Y
How she and how my mother all this while	Z
Had dream'd of all I was to do and said	G
How dear I should be to my mother's eyes	C
Her words shook me but shook not my resolve	A2
For even then there came that sterner voice	C
Echoing to what was highest in the soul	B2
Then like to those who have a work on earth	C2
And put far from them lips of wife or child	D2
And gird them to the accomplishment so I	E2
Strode in nor saw at all mine ancient halls	C
And struck my father's murderess not my mother	F2
And when I had smitten lo the strength of gods	C
Pass'd from me and the old familiar halls	C
Reel'd back on me dim statues that of old	Y
Holding my mother's hand I marvell'd at	G2
And questioned her of each And she lies there	H2
My mother ay my mother now O hair	H2
That once I play'd with in these halls O eyes	C
That for a moment knew me as I came	I2
And lighten'd up and trembled into love	J2
The next were darkened by my hand Ah me	I
Ye will not look upon me in that world	H
Yet thou perchance art happier if thou go'st	K2
Into some land of wind and drifting leaves	C
To sleep without a star but as for me	I
Hell hungers and the restless Furies wait	L2
Then the dark Curse that sits upon the towers	C
Bow'd down her awful head thus satisfied	M2
And I fled forth a murderer through the world	H

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