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Final Sonnet


For stealing feathers from archangels’ wings, snow, dainty-toothed and flowery, must pay, hearing the fountains weeping as they spray, and the sad murmur of the running springs. Fire, for mingling its bright essence with metals, igniting iron with its dawn, is harshly punished, dragged to and beaten on the ruthless anvil by some brutal smith. […]

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