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I scent the prey.
I sniff the air.
The dawn of day
Makes Maurya May
The Goddess rare.
The light of the stars
Be hers : go, go,
Ye silent folk,
Harness your cars !
Brace the yoke !
It is time to Know.
Ho! Ho!
Desolate deeds !
She bleeds, she bleeds.
The golden head
Is drooped for aye.
She is dead, she is dead.
She is God, and I?
I am might.
I am power.
I am light
For an hour.
I am strong, I grow.
Ho! Ho!
I taught Criosda
The evil runes. _
Mine were the tunes
His passion sang.