One sense of bitter loss and beauty undone;
All else was blur and chaos and rain-steam
And noise and the confusion of a dream.
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Aha!... Earth hates a miserable man:
Against him even the clouds and winds conspire.
Heaven’s voice smote Dymer’s ear-drum as he ran,
Its red throat plagued the dark with corded fire
—Barbed flame, coiled flame that ran like living wire
Charged with disastrous current, left and right