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From out a windy cleft there comes a gaze / Of eyes unearthly, which go to and fro / Upon the people's tumult, for below / The nations smite each other: no amaze / Troubles their liquid rolling, or affrays / Their deep-set contemplation; steadily glow / Those ever holier eyeballs, for they grow / Liker unto the eyes of one that prays.
And if those clasped hands tremble, comes a power / As of the might of worlds, and they are holden / Blessing above us in the sunrise golden; / And they will be uplifted till that hour / Of terrible rolling which shall rise and shake / This conscious nightmare from us, and we wake.