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When fishes flew and forests walked

  And figs grew upon thorn,

Some moment when the moon was blood

  Then surely I was born;

With monstrous head and sickening cry

  And ears like errant wings,

The devil's walking parody

  On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,

  Of ancient crooked will;

Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,

  I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;

  One far fierce hour and sweet:

There was a shout about my ears,

  And palms before my feet.