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| STRANGERS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we; | |
| I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. | |
| Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glow, | |
| Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! | |
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| Ever ’neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns begin, | 5 |
| When the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods come in. | |
| Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes | |
| He opens the eyes that are blind with hate—he joins the hands of foes. | |
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| Dust of the stars was under our feet, glitter of stars above— | |
| Wrecks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and we spurned and we strove. | 10 |
| Worlds upon worlds we tossed aside, and scattered them to and fro, | |
| The night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! | |
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| They are forgiven as they forgive all those dark wounds and deep, | |
| Their beds are made on the Lap of Time and they lie down and sleep. | |
| They are forgiven as they forgive all those old wounds that bleed. | 15 |
| They shut their eyes from their worshippers; they sleep till the world has need. | |
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| She with the star I had marked for my own—I with my set desire— | |
| Lost in the loom of the Night of Nights—lighted by worlds afire— | |
| Met in a war against the Gods where the headlong meteors glow, | |
| Hewing our way to Valhalla, a million years ago! | 20 |
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| They will come back—come back again, as long as the red Earth rolls. | |
| He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Bo you think He would squander souls? | |
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