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When the Undying crawled from night—
From loathsomeness, into God's light.
O Lord! there was a flood of sound
Came rushing through my ears,
When I arose from underground,
A wild thing shedding tears:—
The voices of glad birds and brooks,
And eke of greenwood tree,
With all the long-remembered looks[1]
Of earth, and sky, and sea,
Danced madly through my 'wildered brain,
And shook me like a wind-swung chain.
Men marvelled at the ghastly form
That sat before the sun—
That laughed to scorn the pelting storm,
Nor would the thunders shun;
The bearded Shape that gibbered sounds
Of uncouth lore and lands,
Struck awe into these Heathen hounds,
Who, lifting up their hands,
- ↑ And all the long-remembered looks.—MS. copy.
