The Night-Watches.
The laurel withers on your brow, victor, weary of the race! And you, who sit in mighty place, How heavy is your scepter now! Flushed with the kiss your lips have known, "Woman, this is your hour to wake. And know that flesh and heart may break When love hath entered on its own. And you, who knew where angels trod. And marked the path for duller eyes. In this lone hour are you still wise? Do you not quail before your God? God, to whom the dark is day. Forget not these, the strong, the right. The happy souls, for. Lord, at night They tremble in their tents of clay!
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"The laurel withers on your brow,..."
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