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If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.


We dreamed a dream of fire made flesh
we gave it wings to soar on high
and earthquake tread, and burning breath
a thunderbolt that colve the sky
its belly seethed with ancient bile:
its brain was forged in human guile
and human strength with Vulcan's art
beat out the hammer of its heart

We dreamed a dream of hide and horn
the wonder of a thousand tales
we built from prehistoric bones
we armored it in iron scales
and all our rage, ambition, greed
reshaped our dreams into our need
with mortal hands to seize the fire
to more-than-mortal power aspire.

And when the heav'n threw down the sun
and seared whole cities from the earth,
when silence fell of endless death
and wail of demons brought to birth
when far above the shattered skies
the angels hid their rainbow eyes
did we smile our work to see?
did Man, who made the gods, make Thee?

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