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GRAND CHORUS OF BIRDS
Us, children of heaven, us, ageless for aye, us, all of
whose thoughts are eternal;
That ye may from henceforth, having heard of us all things
aright as to matters supernal,
Of the being of birds and beginning of gods, and of
streams, and the dark beyond reaching,
Truthfully knowing aright, in my name bid Prodicus pack
with his preaching.
It was Chaos and Night at the first, and the blackness
of darkness, and hell's broad border,
Earth was not, nor air, neither heaven; when in depths
of the womb of the dark without order
First thing first-born of the black-plumed Night was a
wind-egg hatched in her bosom,
Whence timely with seasons revolving again sweet Love
burst out as a blossom,
