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Now have I grown a sharpness and an edge / Unto my future nights, and I will cut / Sheer through the ebon gates that yet will shut / On every set of day; or as a sledge / Drawn over snowy plains; where not a hedge / Breaks this Aurora's dancing, nothing but / The one cold Esquimaux' unlikely hut / That swims in the broad moonlight! Lo, a wedge / Of the clean meteor hath been brightly driven / Right home into the fastness of the north!
Anon it quickeneth up into the heaven!
And I with it have clomb and spreaded forth / Upon the crisp and cooling atmosphere!
My soul is all abroad: I cannot find it here!