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In darkest sight grew the day,

Once more reproached the wicked storm.

From its bowels sky-light played;

Scouring earth, with misshapen form.



By the sky and through the mist

Trod a steed, bearing stride;

Unaware of tempest's kiss-

Beloved grace was lost aside.



It fled no more the crooked way;

Flight was stayed near darkened hoof;

Beheld the night of lady's grey

O'er the realm black as soot.



Straying whispers begot the tones

Of teeming strains; and there they lay-

Frightened souls, for death be known

By the coming of the blaze.



Inferno echoed in blackened eyes

By the mount's deceitful gaze.

Beyond the flames it cast its blight;

The death of heart; its goal was made.



As breaths of ash smote the eve,

Thou looked upon the stormy night

And held the song of the deed

Which broke the demon's hateful ties.



Greatened light of music swept

Across the wavering bloodied fields;

Lifted far, the fire slept-

For fear of joy; thy voice it wields.