XV.

Far apart—

Each alone like a lonely heart—

Sat the Nations, until his hand

Wove about them a wondrous band;

Wrought about them a mighty chain

Binding the mountains to the main!

Distance and time rose dark between

Islands and continents still unseen,

While apart

None felt the throb of another’s heart.

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