The hall was quiet for the priests were done; The people crouched obeisance,—all save I, Call'd son of Pharaoh's daughter; for a voice Spake in mine ear in accents half unknown: Moses, fare forth upon the winds of thought. Then I brake forth, until I saw the sky Above me, where into the firmament The planets burned, while from the banks of Nile Rose, to their God, the cry of Israel.
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