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CHRIST IN BRITAIN: 2. MAY UPON ICTIS, by            
First Line: Far out at sea beneath rich tyrian sails
Last Line: Helmed with the sun and girdled with the moon.


Far out at sea beneath rich Tyrian sails
The merchants watch a ghostly mountain spread
Terrific dawn-wings fired with cloudy red,
And cease their barter over purple bales;
Wild headland flames to headland; in the dales
Hushed warriors wait, for no torqued chief may tread
That dim white forest where the vanished dead
Gather like birds before the spume-drenched gales.

Around the mount barbaric trumpets cry;
Then Ictis thunders through her altar-stone,
Long cloven by a god's mysterious rune;
And pinnacled between the earth and sky
Her savage prophet stands, majestic, lone,
Helmed with the sun and girdled with the moon.





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