And mix in one sheer light things near and far.

First flew before his path

Light shafts of love and wrath,

But winged and edged as elder warriors' are;

Then rose a light that showed

Across the midsea road

From radiant Calpe to revealed Masar

The way of war and love and fate

Between the goals of fear and fortune, hope and hate.

11.

Mine own twice banished fathers' harbour-land,

Their nursing-mother France, the well-beloved,

By the arduous blast of sanguine sunrise fanned,

Flamed on him, and his burning lips were moved

As that live statue's throned on Lybian sand

When morning moves it, ere her light faith roved

From promise, and her tyrant's poisonous hand

Fed hope with Corsic honey till she proved

More deadly than despair

And falser even than fair,

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