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THE SONG
WHEN the vortex of Heaven was blind The sword Was framed from a primal desireThat shook thro' the void like a wind; Then it rose as a shivering fire And crimsoned God's vision of peace; Then sank, like the trail of a star, Down the frail twilight of space And stood over hell like a scar Furrowed deep in the forehead of night, Till the universe called, "There is light, And life and the promise of war."
Lamping the limitless gloom, The sword Glowed in the saffron of Hell, As might in a tenanted tomb