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S’Chn T’Gai Spock came down like the wolf on the fold,
As his logic was gleaming in all blue and gold;
And the sheen of his hair was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
His Vulcan logic could not be unseen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That logic on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Love spread his winds on the blast,
And looked in the face of the Spock as he passed;
And the logic of Spock waxed deadly and chill,
And his sense but once heaved, now for ever grew still!
And there lay his logic distorted and pale,
With no understanding of how it could fail:
And the Vulcans were silent, only he was alone,
And when he looked up, Jim called him home!