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First came the red-eyed sun as I did wake; / He smote me on the temples and I rose, / Casting the night aside and all its woes; / And I would spurn my idleness, and take / My own wild journey even like him, and shake / The pillars of all doubt with lusty blows, / Even like himself when his rich glory goes / Right through the stalwart fogs that part and break.
But ere my soul was ready for the fight, / His solemn setting mocked me in the west; / And as I trembled in the lifting night, / The white moon met me, and my heart confess'd / A mellow wisdom in her silent youth, / Which fed my hope with fear, and made my strength a truth.