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I am the Smoke king
I am black!
I am swinging in the sky,
I am wringing worlds awry;
I am the thought of throbbing mills,
I am the soul of the sould-toil kills,
Wraith of the ripple of trading rills;
Up I'm curling from the sod,
I am whirling home to God;
I am the Smoke king
I am black.

I am the Smoke king
I am black!
I am wreathing broken hearts,
I am sheathing love's light darts;
Inspiration of iron times
Wedding the toil of toiling chimes,
Shedding the blood of bloodless crimes-
Lurid lowering 'mid the blue,
Torrid towering toward the true,
I am the Smoke king
I am black.

I am the Smoke king
I am black!
I am darkening with song,
I am hearkening to wrong!
I will be black as blackness can
The blacker the mantle, the mightier the man!
For darkness was anchient ere whitness began.
I am daubing God in night,
I am swabing Hell in white;
I am the Smoke king
I am black

I am the Smoke king
I am black!
I am cursing ruddy mor,
I am hearsing hearts unborn;
Souls unto me are as stars in a night,
I whiten my black men - I blacken my white!
What's the hue of a hide to a man in his might?
Hail! great gritty, grimy hands-
Sweet Christ pity toiling hands!
I am the Smoke king
I am black.