Through the moil and the gloom they have issued
to the steps of the unwinding hill
where the sweet dulcet pipes of tomorrow
in their preluding rhapsodies trill.
with a thud come a stir in stir in boson
as there steals on the sight from afar
through a break of a clouds coiling shadow
the gleam of a bright morning star.
from called computer
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