Now sing, O Muse, of Night's all-nurturing care,
How in her star-deep chambers, dream-wrapped Queen
Tends to the seeds of powers yet to be,
While cradling forces already unveiled.
See how she moves through wisdom's sacred halls,
Dream-blessing Mother, fate-discerning Nurse,
Among the sleeping forms of gods-to-come.Here in her pool of prophecy there stirs,
A sp…
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