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The battle will not cease Till once again on those white steeds ye ride,
O heaven-descended Twins,
Before humanity's bewildered host
Our javelins Fly wide,

Her eyes, twin pools of mystic light,
The blend of star-sheen and black night;
O'er which, to sound their glamouring haze,
A man might bend, and vainly gaze