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Keen as are the arrows

Of that silver sphere,

Whose intense lamp narrows

In the white dawn clear

Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there

In the golden lightning

of the sunken sun

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe

Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth

And, by the incantation of this verse

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth

Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind

Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

― Percy Bysshe Shelley