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"For of old the Sun, our sire, / / Came wooing the mother of men, / / Earth, that was virginal then, / / Vestal fire to his fire. / / Silent her bosom and coy, / / But the strong god sued and press'd; / / And born of their starry nuptial joy / / Are all that drink of her breast.
"And the triumph of him that begot, / / And the travail of her that bore, / / Behold they are evermore / / As warp and weft in our lot. / / We are children of splendor and flame, / / Of shuddering, also, and tears. / / Magnificent out of the dust we came, / / And abject from the spheres.