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Are thy feet on the ways of the limitless waters, thy wings on the
winds of the waste north sea?
Are the fires of the false north dawn over heavens where summer is
stormful and strong like thee
Now bright in the sight of thine eyes? are the bastions of icebergs
assailed by the blast of thy breath?
Is it March with the wild north world when April is waning? the
word that the changed year saith,
Is it echoed to northward with rapture of passion reiterate from
spirits triumphant as we
Whose hearts were uplift at the blast of thy clarions as men's
rearisen from a sleep that was death
And kindled to life that was one with the world's and with thine?
hast thou set not the whole world free?