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Our isolated units could be brought To act together for some common end?

For one by one, each silent with his thought, I marked a long loose line approach and wend Athwart the great cathedral's cloistered square,5And slowly vanish from the moonlit air.

Then I would follow in among the last:

And in the porch a shrouded figure stood, Who challenged each one pausing ere he passed, With deep eyes burning through a blank white hood:10Whence come you in the world of life and light To this our City of Tremendous Night?--From pleading in a senate of rich lords For some scant justice to our countless hordes Who toil half-starved with scarce a human right:15I wake from daydreams to this real night.

From wandering through many a solemn scene Of opium visions, with a heart serene And intellect miraculously bright:

I wake from daydreams to this real night.20From making hundreds laugh and roar with glee By my transcendent feats of mimicry, And humour wanton as an elvish sprite:

I wake from daydreams to this real night.

From prayer and fasting in a lonely cell, 25Which brought an ecstasy ineffable Of love and adoration and delight:

I wake from daydreams to this real night.

From ruling on a splendid kingly throne A nation which beneath my rule has grown30Year after year in wealth and arts and might:

I wake from daydreams to this real night.

From preaching to an audience fired with faith The Lamb who died to save our souls from death, Whose blood hath washed our scarlet sins wool-white:35I wake from daydreams to this real night.

From drinking fiery poison in a den Crowded with tawdry girls and squalid men, Who hoarsely laugh and curse and brawl and fight:

I wake from daydreams to this real night.40From picturing with all beauty and all grace First Eden and the parents of our race, A luminous rapture unto all men's sight:

I wake from daydreams to this real night.

From writing a great work with patient plan 45To justify the ways of God to man, And show how ill must fade and perish quite:

I wake from daydreams to this real night.

From desperate fighting with a little band Against the powerful tyrants of our land, 50To free our brethren in their own despite:

I wake from daydreams to this real night.

Thus, challenged by that warder sad and stern, Each one responded with his countersign, Then entered the cathedral; and in turn 55I entered also, having given mine;

But lingered near until I heard no more, And marked the closing of the massive door.