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Stay--stay-- But terror has caught us now. We passed the men in ships. We dared deeper than the fisher-folk, And you strike us with terror, O bright shaft.
Flame passes under us, And sparks that unknot the flesh, Sorrow, splitting bone from bone-- Splendour athwart our eyes, And rifts in the splendour-- Sparks and scattered light.