H .
O. Meredith .
I
took
the
dead
god by
the
hand ,
I
filled his nostrils
with my breath ,
I
watched
the
sunken
face
expand ,
I watched
the
life
creep back
from
death ,
I made
him
lord
of
earth and men
And
ruler
over
sea and
air
,
Within
my
heart
I
loosed
again
The
faint
and
frozen
springs
of
prayer
.
II
.
Now
as
God
waxed
so
I
did
wane
,
For
through
the
dim
millennial years
Back
to
the utter
source
of
pain
He bore
me
surfeited
with
tears
.
Swift
from
the present
,
back
through
time
,
Swifter
than
spears
the keen
sun throws
,
He bore and
set me
in
the
slime
Where our
first
father
-
man
arose
.
A
hairy
beast
,
with
furtive eye
,
And hunger
for
a
sense
of
good
,
Fulfilled
of
lust
and
terror
,
I
Crept
from
the
sea
towards the wood
,
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