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Where knelt the strivers, pale as snow-fed flowers:
 "No more," he said, "the blasts of War unbind!
Still for Athena flourish Acta's bowers;
All else be thine, thou lord of sea-abiding powers!"

VIII.
He spake, and up receiving heavens he passed;
 Beneath his feet there rolled a luminous brede
Of stars, whose vivid nebulæ, white and vast,
 The swift-pursuing vision did impede.
 Slowly the fading day, from shore and mead,
Soared zenithward, and, glimmering, died on high:
 As saintly souls, so did from earth recede
Its tremulous flames, and night began to sigh
Along the desert wave and through the sunless sky.

IX.
Uprose the whilom warriors: free of use,
 Helmet and shield and javelin cast aside,
Gleamed on the dusky strand in silent truce:
 Nor might the darkness which did there reside