To set snares, by night, and makes afraid 
The spirits’ holy might with one slight maid 
Visioned and unsubsisting save in foreign thought, 
To its own strength a slave by witchcraft brought ! 
This is not Love but Lust, not Life but Death is 
found, 
All the halls of sense with strife cry and resound. 
The Brain awakes in wrath ;  behold !  the foemen 
flee, 
All the earth is clad with gold and all the sea ; 
Driven back the demons yield, falter and cease ; 
For a little while the shield of sleep is peace. 
Clear and bright the lamp burns ;  clean and sharp 
the sword, 
While I watch their paths between before the 
Lord. 
 
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