§.01

When the heart is charged with want,

And the soul is bright and taunt,

When grounding-chains are fever-rent,

And budding will—to be yet spent,

When shadows lengthen in the eye,

And the dead from living cry,

Exhortations echo—

From the Throne of I’hy.

§.02

When understood—the gyre strains,

And chitin girds against the rain,

When ravenous hunger, cavern-fills,

And muses sing as whippoorwills,

When you—his aphid—string a bow,

And dance in carrion beneath the crow,

Salutations echo—

From the Throne of I’hy.

§.03

When the diadem rests upon the head,

And golden thoughts are outward spread,

When moon and star are cupped in hand,

And suborned is all the quenchless land,

When outer dark is brought to light,

And time and entropy die alike,

Adulations echo—

From the Throne of I’hy.

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