Are thy feet on the ways of the limitless waters, thy wings on the winds of the waste north sea?

Are the fires of the false north dawn over heavens where summer is stormful and strong like thee

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Now bright in the sight of thine eyes? are the bastions of icebergs assailed by the blast of thy breath?

Is it March with the wild north world when April is waning? the word that the changed year saith,

Is it echoed to northward with rapture of passion reiterate from spirits triumphant as we

Whose hearts were uplift at the blast of thy clarions as men's rearisen from a sleep that was death

And kindled to life that was one with the world's and with thine? hast thou set not the whole world free?

VI

For the breath of thy lips is freedom, and freedom's the sense of thy spirit, the sound of thy song,

Glad god of the north-east wind, whose heart is as high as the hands of thy kingdom are strong,

Thy kingdom whose empire is terror and joy, twin-featured and fruitful of births divine,

Days lit with the flame of the lamps of the flowers, and nights that are drunken with dew for wine,

And sleep not for joy of the stars that deepen and quicken, a denser and fierier throng,

And the world that thy breath bade whiten and tremble rejoices at heart as they strengthen and shine,

And earth gives thanks for the glory bequeathed her, and knows of thy reign that it wrought not wrong.

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VII

Thy spirit is quenched not, albeit we behold not thy face in the crown of the steep sky's arch,

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