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AMBERGRIS 
Fresh fountains of sweet water that endure 
Assume the crown of the wide world, and lend 
A star of many summits to his head 
That rules his fate and compasses his end, 
And seeks the holy mountain of the dead 
To draw dead fire, and breathe, and give it life ! 
But thou, be strong for strife, 
And, as a god, cry out, and let there be 
The mark of many footsteps on the sea 
Of angels hastening to fulfil 
Thy supreme, single will ! 
Alone, intense, unmoved, not made for change, 
Let thy one godhead rise 
To move like morning, and like day to range, 
A furnace for the skies, 
That all men cry :  The uncreated God ! 
Formless, ineffable, just, whose period 
Is as his name, Eternity !  So bear 
The sceptre of the air ! 
So mayest thou avenge, all-seeing, blind, 
The wrath of this consuming fire, that licks 
The rafters and the portals of the house, 
The gateways of the kingdom, where behind 
Lurk ruinous fates and consequence ;  where fix 
Their fangs the scorpions ;  where hide their brows 
The shamed protectors of the Egyptian land. 
Go forth avenging ;  men shall understand 
And worship, seeing justice as a spouse 
Lean on thine iron hand. 
For Murder walks by night, and hides her face, 
But righteous Wrath in the light, and knows his place ; 
For hate of a mother is ill, and the lightning flashes 
But foil a harlot’s will, burn the earth to ashes, 
Cleanse the incestuous sty of a whore’s desire 
Scatter the dung to the sky, and burn her with fire ! 
So the avenging master shall cleanse his fate of shame, 
Set his seal of disaste, a royal seal to his name.