“ CARMEN SAECULARE.” 
 
“ I prophesy, with feet upon a grave, 
Of death cast out, and life devouring death. 
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Of freedom, though all manhood were one slave ; 
Of truth, though all the world were liar ;  of love 
That time nor hate can raze the witness of.” 
SWINBURNE, Tiresias. 
 
 
INE voices that raise high the eternal hymn ! 
 Nine faces that ring round the rainbow sky ! 
Hear me !  The century’s lamp is growing dim ; 
Saturnian gloom descends and it must die. 
Fill, fill my spirit to the utter brim 
With fire and melody ! 
 
 
O nine sweet sisters !  I have heard your song 
In blue soft waters and in stern gray seas ; 
I listen for your voices in the throng ; 
I languish for your deadly melodies ! 
Yet, when I hear the sound for which I long, 
My soul is not at ease.
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