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(The last word of Angiolillo.)
Germinal! -- The Field of Mars is plowing, / And hard the steel that cuts, and hot the breath / Of the great Oxen, straining flanks and bowing / Beneath his goad, who guides the share of Death.
Germinal! -- The Dragon's teeth are sowing, / And stern and white the sower flings the seed / He shall not gather, though full swift the growing; / Straight down Death's furrow treads, and does not heed.
Germinal! -- The Helmet Heads are springing / Far up the Field of Mars in gleaming files; / With wild war notes the bursting earth is ringing.
Within his grave the sower sleeps, and smiles.
London, October, 1897.