Inizi ed albe

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If yet thy fire have not one spark the less,
O Titan, born of her a Titaness,
Across the sunrise and the sunset’s mark
Send of thy lyre one sound, thy fire one spark,
To change this face of our unworthiness,
Across this hour dividing light from dark.

To change this face of our chill time, that hears
No song like thine of all that crowd its ears,
Of all its lights that lighten all day long
Sees none like thy most fleet and fiery sphere’s
Outlightening Sirius—in its twilight throng
No thunder and no sunrise like thy song.

In The Bay, Algernon C. Swinburne