Workers Titanic,
I know your courses.
By fury and panic,
By Dis and his horses,
Come forth! I invoke ye, volcanoes, arise from your
cavernous sources!
THE VOLCANOES
The Hephestian hammer on the anvil of hell,
In the hollows accurst,
Falls for the knell
Of the children of earth.
By the strength of our fires,
The fierce force of our sires,
Let us roar, let us burst!
By the wrath of our birth,
Up! and boil over in rivers of lava!
Uncover! Uncover!
ORPHEUS
Lift up thine amber
Lithe limber limbs,
Lissome that clamber
Like god-reaching hymns ;
The flame in its chamber
Of glory that swims,
The spirit and shape of the fire, mine eyes with fine dew
that bedims !
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