THE SONG OF THE DYNAMO.

_I have been kissed by the Priestess of the Thin and Deadly Blood--

With the kiss that men call Lightning, and yet I did not die,

For the kiss was a message from God; I felt it and understood,

And I knew how He looked on the cosmic light and called it "Good";

I thrilled with a vibrant joy; I hummed with ecstasy._

Men hear me sing but they know not the source of my song;

I hold them enthralled with my mysterious eyes;

They quiver when I purr with the voice of a wanton woman;

They touch me and fall dead.

I am a dream of the Creator made visible;

My voice is an echo of the Voice that taught

The morning stars their choral hymn;

The force that binds me to the marts of men

Is the force that holds the planets in a leash while God

Drives them in glittering galaxy around the sun.

Here I am a weakling's symbol of a power

That spins the luminous girdle of Saturn in sure hands,

And frames the awful face of God in the shifting boreal light.

My soul is destiny and immortality;

It flashes in the eyes of the tempest, glows along

The phosphorescent billows where the hand of the Almighty

Is laid for a moment on the breast of the sea,

And the sea smiles;

My soul is the wingless word

That flies from zone to zone and speaks suddenly out of the void.

In the years that are to be

I shall soar like an evil bird over the warring camps of men,

And spew destroying poison.

I shall be the sinew of a strange wing,--

A wing that shall bear men into the forge of the thunder and the

lightning.

But when I fail the groundlings shall look up

And see their brothers through the ether plunge,

Stricken, a haggard rout of flame-flotillas of the sun!

In the years that are to come

I shall be a servant in the house of men;

I shall breathe unutterable music on the spindle and the loom;

I shall sing, exultant, with the choristers of dreams fulfilled,

And light shall be bound like sandals on my feet.

_I have been kissed by the Priestess of the Thin and Deadly Blood--

With the kiss that men call Lightning, and yet I did not die,

For the kiss was a message from God; I felt it and understood,

And I knew how He looked on the cosmic light and called it "Good";

I thrilled with a vibrant joy; I hummed with ecstasy._

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