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The sun which its halt
Supernatural exalts
As soon redescends
Incandescent
I feel as at the backbone
Spread out shadows
All in a tremble
Together
And my head up-cropped
Solitary lookout
In the triumphant flights
Of this scythe
As frank rupture
Rather repels or cuts
Ancient discords
With the corpse
Than it from fastings mellow
Obstinates to follow
In some leap haggard
Its pure regard
On high where the chill
Eternal stands not still
For your surpassing
All o glaciers
But according to a baptism
Illuminated with the same
Principle that elected me
Inclines a greeting.
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