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Ione. Sister, I hear the thunder of new wings.

Pan. These solid mountains quiver with the sound
Even as the tremulous air; their shadows make
The space within my plumes more black than night.

First Fury.

Your call was as a winged car

Driven on whirlwinds fast and far;
It rapt us from red gulfs of war.

Second Fury.

From wide cities, famine-wasted;

Third Fury.

Groans half heard, and blood untasted;

Fourth Fury.

Kingly conclaves stern and cold,

Where blood with gold is bought and sold;

Fifth Fury.

From the furnace, white and hot,

In which—