Tumble you cedars! Owls Be gone; beaks, tear The fabric of the night To sparks! Moles, spit the soil, Crime's beaks destroy – O Ermine, maculate– invert The starry firmament of Night! Spilt graves Apart-Quick! And Suck nouriture from death, Sack cities and upraise Their slain! Awake! Awake! Let banners fly like Shrapnel, and efface The Sky!