Art thou elder than they
In their mountain of light?
Is thy fugitive way
Lost in uttermost night?
Shalt thou not obey,
Or my lyre not affright,
If I call thee by Heaven and Earth with a God’s tumultu-
ous might?
If I curse thee or chide —
Shalt thou tremble not, Thou ?
Not move thee and hide
From the light of my brow?
Shall my arrows divide
Not the heart of thee now?
Art thou cased in strong iron to mock the spells that all
others avow ?
Art thou muffled or hidden
In adamant brass?
Is my music forbidden
In Orcus to pass?
Have I cursed thee and chidden?
My flesh being grass,
I curse not as yet, but command thee; the names that
avail I amass. ,
No sound? no whisper?
No answer to me?
From dawn-star to Hesper
I call upon thee! |
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