“I am the sword of spring; I am the truth. + 

Old night, put out your stars, the dawn is here, + 

The sleeper’s wakening, and the wings of youth. + 

With crumbling veneration and cowed fear + 

I make no truce. My loved one, live and dear, + 

Waits for me. Let me in! I fled the City, + 

Shall I fear you or⁠ ⁠… Mother, ah, for pity.” + 