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"And yet it moves! " Ah, Truth, where wert thou then / When all for thee they racked each piteous limb?
Wert thou in heaven, and busy with thy hymn / When those poor hands convulsed that held thy pen?
Art thou a phantom that deceives! men / To their undoing? or dost thou watch him / Pale, cold, and silent in his dungeon dim?
And wilt thou ever speak to him again?
"It moves, it moves! Alas, my flesh was weak!
That was a hideous dream! I'll cry aloud / How the green bulk wheels sunward day by day!
Ah me! ah me! perchance my heart was proud / That I alone should know that word to speak!
And now, sweet Truth, shine upon these, I pray. "