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The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves,
With breasts palpitating and wings refurled, With passion of couched limbs, as one who
Sleeping, and in her sleep she sees uncurled Dre...

Oh
pleasant exercise of hope and joy
For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood    Upon our side, we who were strong in love
Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,    But to be young was very heaven