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After the blast of lightning from the east, / The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne, / After the drums of time have rolled and ceased / And from the bronze west long retreat is blown, / Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth / All death will he annul, all tears assuage?
Or fill these void veins full again with youth / And wash with an immortal water age?
When I do ask white Age, he saith not so --
"My head hangs weighed with snow."
And when I hearken to the Earth she saith / "My fiery heart sinks aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified / Nor my titanic tears the seas be dried. "