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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.