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And rainbow robes, and gems and gemlike eyes,And gold and golden heads; they to and froFluctuated, as flowers in storm, some red, some pale,All open-mouth’d, all gazing to the light,Some crying there was an army in the land,And some that men were in the very walls,And some they cared not; till a clamour grewAs of a new-world Babel, woman-built,And worse-confounded: high above them stoodThe placid marble Muses, looking peace.
 Not peace, she look’d, the Head: but rising upRobed in the long night of her deep hair, soTo the open window moved, remaining thereFixt like a beacon-tower above the wavesOf tempest, when the crimson-rolling eyeGlares ruin, and the wild sea-birds on the lightDash themselves dead. She stretch’d her arms and call’dAcross the tumult and the tumult fell.
 'What fear ye brawlers? am not I your Head?
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