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Hurdles
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40 Hurdles Light invisible on it, eye we; The fine ray stream, shines dark: For never is the followed brightness seen, Above, the bright sun is black, At dawn, to the east no ray, Yet when to the west taken is the head, Darkness is the ray. On this spot, together seems to come; The globe that never has come. The skies, rising from the ground. Yet beneath sinks all the ground. From the earth’s four walls, Proceeds the journey; the coming earth, But, Arêtes and Pyramidal Peaks The calories sap, and the quarries, To the mire them drown, Up to the large moon, look we Yet, identify we but a star. ...