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Then Pharamond's red sword did rend
The swart air; and they saw him smite
The man; and, ere the man was dead,
Once more a great voice shook the night
Saying: Come up and let us fight
Unto the end, as thou hast said;
And, peradventure, thou or I
May vanquish some day in the sky;
Or after ages have been spent,
Fighting through every element;
Or in the place where shadows dwell;
In thy far heaven or my far hell;
Or never; till some final gloom
Shall end all things and God entomb Eternity!—
The swart air; and they saw him smite
The man; and, ere the man was dead,
Once more a great voice shook the night
Saying: Come up and let us fight
Unto the end, as thou hast said;
And, peradventure, thou or I
May vanquish some day in the sky;
Or after ages have been spent,
Fighting through every element;
Or in the place where shadows dwell;
In thy far heaven or my far hell;
Or never; till some final gloom
Shall end all things and God entomb Eternity!—
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