Stretching her arms to his breast, reaching her 
lips to his face, 
Lips that should grant but one kiss ere the 
demons descended and tore him 
Limb from wet limb, and devoured, and bore this 
stained soul into space 
Far from the regions of hope and the lands that 
are holy with grace. 
Alway the battle proceeds and alway the tempest 
re-quickens, 
Pregnant with thunder, delivered when the swift 
knife is let flash ; 
Alway the wind has its will and the slaughter-steam 
rises and thickens, 
Alway the sea is a lion, enraged by the wind and 
its lash, 
Alway the heavens resound with the thunder’s 
unchangeable crash. 
Heaven has conquered, behold !  and the hosts of 
the demons are fleeing, 
Dawn drives before her fair feet the feather-light 
wings of the gale, 
Silent the tower rears aloft its front into beauty 
and seeing, 
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