Or some symphonic word,

Or sweet vibrating sigh,

That deep, resurgent still doth rise and die

On thy voluminous roll;

Part of the beauty and the mystery

That axles Earth with song; and as a slave,

Swings it around and 'round on each sonorous pole,

'Mid spheric harmony,

And choral majesty,

And diapasoning of wind and wave;

And speeds it on its far elliptic way

'Mid vasty anthemings of night and day.—

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O cosmic cry

Of two eternities, wherein we see

The phantasms, Death and Life,

At endless strife

Above the silence of a monster grave.

Jotunheim 

Jotunheim

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