By death remade, stood looking down at Dora.
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Already, in this moment before silver
Morning, ten were on their way to sea.
Already, over mountains and rock rivers—
Tawny with high autumn, yet no sun
Uprisen had revealed it—Hermes sped
And spoke not. At the center of his band,
Encircled, he was thoughtful as he flew
And flew to where a smoking funnel waited,