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Carved stone upon stone.
But in sleep, in the waking dream,
Petal'd the air;

twig where but wind-streak had been;
Moving bough without root,

by Helios.

So that the Xarites bent over tovarisch.
And these are the labours of tovarisch,
That tovarisch lay in the earth,
And rose and wrecked the house of the tyrants,
And that tovarisch then lay in the earth
And the Xarites bent over tovarisch.

These are the labours of tovarisch,
That tovarisch wrecked the house of the tyrants,
And rose, and talked folly on folly,
And walked forth and lay in the earth

And that tovarisch cursed and blessed without aim,
These are the labours of tovarisch,

Saying:

`` Me Cadmus sowed in the earth
And with the thirtieth autumn
I return to the earth that made me.
Let the five last build the wall;