Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll'd
Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc
~ William Blake
From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I.
Now - for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart--
Take my hand quick and tell me, What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer; How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters I take my endless way.
~ A. E. Housman
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