When they arise
From their quiet fields,
To shake the towers and counsels of the Great
Though I do not know the way
Who of all the Wise will have foreseen it?
No evil, unless a man bring it hither himself.
You know not what you say.
And saw a crown of stars appear;
As gems upon a silver thread;
Above the shadow of his head.
West Wind blew there; the light
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