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He sang the song of the thief of the world, And the gods that love the thief; And he yelled aloud at the cloister yards, Where men go gathering grief. HE SANG THE SONG OF THE THIEF OF THE WORLD AND THE GODS THAT LOVE THE THIEF AND HE YELLED ALOUD AT THE CLOISTER YARDS WHERE MEN GO GATHERING GRIEF
. He sang of the seas of savage heads And the seas and seas of spears, Boiling all over Offa's Dyke, What time a Wessex club could strike The kings of the mountaineers. Till Harold laughed and snatched the harp, The kinsman of the King, A big youth, beardless like a child, Whom the new wine of war sent wild, Smote, and began to sing-- And he cried of the ships as eagles That circle fiercely and fly, And sweep the seas and strike the towns From Cyprus round to Skye. How swiftly and with peril They gather all good things, The high horns of the forest beasts, Or the secret stones of kings. "For Rome was given to rule the world, And gat of it little joy-- But we, but we shall enjoy the world, The whole huge world a toy. "Great wine like blood from Burgundy, Cloaks like the clouds from Tyre, And marble like solid moonlight, And gold like frozen fire. "Smells that a man might swill in a cup, Stones that a man might eat, And the great smooth women like ivory That the Turks sell in the street. THE GATES IN THE PURPLE WALLS OF WALES HE SANG OF THE SEAS OF SAVAGE HEADS AND THE SEAS AND THE SEAS OF SPEARS BOILING ALL OVER OVA'S DIKE WHAT TIME A WESSEX CLUB COULD STRIKE THE KINGS OF THE MOUNTAINEERS TILL HAROLD LAUGHED AND SNATCHED THE HARP THE KINSMAN OF THE KING A BIG YOUTH BEARDLESS LIKE A CHILD WHOM THE NEW WINE OF WAR SENT WILD SMOTE AND BEGAN TO SING AND HE CRIED OF THE SHIPS OF EAGLES THAT CIRCLE FIERCELY AND FLY AND SWEEP THE SEAS AND STRIKE THE TOWNS FROM CYPRESS ROUND TO SKY HOW SWIFTLY AND WITH PERIL THEY GATHER ALL GOOD THINGS THE HIGH HORNS OF THE FOREST BEASTS OR THE SECRET STONES OF KINGS FOR ROME WAS GIVEN TO RULE THE WORLD AND GUT OF IT LITTLE JOY BUT WE WE SHALL ENJOY THE WORLD THE WHOLE HUGE WORLD A TOY GREAT WINE LIKE BLOOD FROM BURGUNDY CLOAKS LIKE CLOUDS FROM TYRE AND MARBLE LIKE SOLID MOONLIGHT AND GOLD LIKE FROZEN FIRE SMELLS THAT A MAN MIGHT SWOOL IN A CUP STONES THAT A MAN MIGHT EAT AND THE GREAT SMOOTH WOMAN LIKE IVORY THAT THE TURKS SELL IN THE STREET
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