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The vision of a haloed host

That weep around an empty throne;

And, aureoles dark and angels dead,

Man with his own life stands alone.

‘I am,’ he says his bankrupt creed:

‘I am,’ and is again a clod:

The sparrow starts, the grasses stir,

For he has said the name of God.