"O harp and altar, of the fury fused, (How could mere toil align thy choiring strings!) Terrific threshold of the prophet’s pledge, Prayer of pariah, and the lover’s cry,"
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To Brooklyn Bridge, Stanza 8; from The Bridge.
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Hart Crane
Harold Hart Crane (July 21, 1899 – April 27, 1932) was an American poet.
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