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Christopher Brennan - Fire in the Heavens
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Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,
and fire made solid in the flinty stone,
thick-mass`d or scatter`d pebble, fire that fills
the breathless hour that lives in fire alone.

This valley, long ago the patient bed
of floods that carv`d its antient amplitude,
in stillness of the Egyptian crypt outspread,
endures to drown in noon-day`s tyrant mood.

Behind the veil of burning silence bound,
vast life`s innumerous busy littleness
is hush`d in vague-conjectured blur of sound
that dulls the brain with slumbrous weight, unless

some dazzling puncture let the stridence throng
in the cicada`s torture-point of song.
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