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Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and island

Shadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder,

Sing we the hymns of the churches, while the dead water

Whispers before us.

Thunder is travelling slow on the path of the lightning;

One after one the stars and the beaming planets

Look serene in the lake from the edge of the storm-cloud,

Then have they vanished.

She stands full-throated and with careless pose,

This woman of a weird and waning race,

The tragic savage lurking in her face,

Where all her pagan passion burns and glows;

Her blood is mingled with her ancient foes,

And thrills with war and wildness in her veins;

Her rebel lips are dabbled with the stains

Of feuds and forays and her father's woes.