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We see rise the secret wind behind the brain, / The sphinx of light sit on the eyes, / The code of stars translate in heaven.
A secret night descends between
The skull, the cells, the cabined ears / Holding for ever the dead moon.
A shout went up to heaven like a rocket, / Woe from the rabble of the blind / Adorners of the city's forehead,
Gilders of streets, the rabble hand / Saluting the busy brotherhood / Of rod and wheel that wake the dead.
A city godhead, turbine moved, steel sculptured, / Glitters in the electric streets;
A city saviour, in the orchard / Of lamp-posts and high-volted fruits, / Speaks a steel gospel to the wretched / Wheel-winders and fixers of bolts.
We hear rise the secret wind behind the brain,
The secret voice cry in our ears, / The city gospel shout to heaven.
Over the electric godhead grows / One God, more mighty than the sun.
The cities have not robbed our eyes.