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"As I came through the desert, thus it was

As I came through the desert: All was black,

In heaven no single star, on earth no track;

A brooding hush without a stir or note,

The air so thick it clotted in my throat.

And thus for hours; then some enormous things

Swooped past with savage cries and clanking wings;

But I strode on austere;

No hope could have no fear."

– James Thomson.