Ecstatically surprised by what they’d made
The white windmills beside the mystic dyke
Found, all pains and muddles, grist to their
mill
Finely ground to Life, they no more feared
them
For of their darkest hours they’d made the
Brightest things, as they gloried in the
wind which
Turned them: the force that hurt: the power
of Life!
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