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THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 
Sphere on sphere unite in the chant of wonder ; 
Star to star must add to the glowing chorus ; 
Sun and moon must mingle and speed the 
echo 
Flaming through heaven. 
 
Night and day divide, and the music strengthens, 
Gathers roar of seas and the dirge of moor-
lands ; 
Tempest, thunder, birds, and the breeze of 
summer 
Join to augment it. 
 
So the sound-world, filled of the fire of all 
things, 
Rolls majestic torrents of mighty music 
Through the stars where dwell the avenging 
spirits 
Bound in the whirlwind  .  .  . 
 
So the cliffs their Song  .  .  .  For the mist re-
gathers, 
Girds them bride-like, fit for the sun to kiss 
them ; 
Darkness falls like dewfall about the hillsides ; 
Night is upon me.