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Tonight we leave the shadows behind And come into our own, Our ghostly shapes form earthly frames, We speak instead of moan. The clanking chains are rustling silk, The icy draft is zephyr milk, And our stunted bodies grown. We are straight and comely, as of old our very thoughts were sought By kind and commoner alike And oft our advice was bought To send the sun, to grow the corn, To cure the sheep, to help unborn, But now we are as nought. Except ... This very night Our kingdom is here in bright, bright light, Our minds still alive, Enough to excite The moon to go black Or the bats to bite. We can move mountains, Or cause pure delight By painting a rainbow In the depth of night. When our festival is over And Orpheus takes us back, Think of us as sometimes white, Not always edgeless black. |