And how the winged sandals dart,

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The glass of outer weariness,

Has planted quiet in the night;

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The holy tree is growing there;

Broken boughs and blackened leaves.

There the Joves a circle go,

The ravens of unresting thought;

Cruel claw and hungry throat,

From joy the holy branches start,

The changing colours of its fruit

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The demons, with their subtle guile.

Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:

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Flying, crying, to and fro,

Or else they stand and sniff the wind,

And made my lips and music wed,

Lift up before us when they pass,

For ill things turn to barrenness

Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

Remembering all that shaken hair