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Ah, but like broken swords, scattered along the van,
Perish the outpost souls that fall in the march of
 Man!

Ah, but they die not so; out of their ashes then
Flowers of immortal Love spring in the hearts of
 men!

Wings of the swift green Earth, ever and ever
 young–
This is the whispered word the wind of the morning
 sung!

This is the rune I heard flung by the ocean old,
Pearl of the tender dawn, kissed by the trembling
 gold!