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The stars are all watching; / God's angel is catching / At thy skirts in the darkness deep!
Gold hinges grating, / The mighty dead waiting, / Why dost thou sleep?
Years without number, / Ages of slumber, / Stiff in the track of the infinite One!
Dead, can I think it?
Dropt like a trinket, / A thing whose uses are done!
White wings are crossing, / Glad waves are tossing, / The earth flames out in crimson and green / Spring is appearing, / Summer is nearing -- / Where hast thou been?
Down in some cavern, / Death's sleepy tavern, / Housing, carousing with spectres of night?
There is my right hand!
Grasp it full tight and / Spring to the light.
Wonder, oh, wonder!
How the life-thunder / Bursts on his ear in horror and dread!
Happy shapes meet him; / Heaven and earth greet him: / Life from the dead!