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A brilliant battle Darkness fought with Light,

A brilliant battle all the living day;

The Sun, awearied in the deadly fray,

Sank vanquished ’neath his armored foeman’s might,

But flung his arms far up the black’ning height,

From the quiver of the planets joyously

Drew forth his arrows, star-tipped, feathery,

And pierced the iron-plated breast of Night

With ten thousand starry-spangled blades of fire.

Night, wounded by the arrows of the Sun,

Poured out ten thousand streams of living blood

That dripped from every fire-tipped arrow dire

Down in the sorrowing sea; and the wounds each one

And the arrows all lay skyed in the doming flood.