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Behold me! with swift foot across the land,

While desert winds are sleeping, I am come

To wrest a secret from thee; O thou, dumb,

And careless of my puny lip's command.

Cold orbs! mine eyes a weary world have scanned, Slow ear! in mine rings ever a vexed hum Of sobs and strife. Of joy mine earthly sum Is buried as thy form in burning sand. The wisdom of the nations thou has heard; The circling courses of the stars hast known. Awake! Thrill! By my feverish presence stirred, Open thy lips to still my human moan, Breathe forth one glorious and mysterious word, Though I should stand, in turn, transfixed—a stone!