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A storm stooped on the place of tombs With bolts to blast and rive; But these be names of many men The lightning found alive. A STORM STOOPED ON THE PLACE OF TOMBS WITH BOLTS TO BLAST AND WRITHE BUT THESE BE NAMES OF MANY MEN THE LIGHTNING FOUND ALIVE
 mean; For only in heaven we shall know How happy we have been. Like clouds that wallow in the wind Be free to drift and drink; Tower without insolence when we rise, Without surrender sink: Dreams dizzy and crazy we shall know And have no need to write Our blameless blasphemies of praise, Our nightmares of delight. For so in such misshapen shape The vision came to me, Where such titanian dolphins dark Roll in a sunset sea: Dark with dense colours, strange and strong As terrible true love, Haloed like fish in phospher light The holy monsters move. Measure is here and law, to learn, When honour rules it so, To lift the glass and lay it down Or break the glass and go. But when the world’s New Deluge boils From the New Noah’s vine, Our souls shall be Leviathans In sanguine seas of wine. FOR A WAR MEMORIAL _(Suggested Inscription probably not selected by the Committee.)_ The hucksters haggle in the mart The cars and carts go by; Senates and schools go droning on; For dead things cannot die.  SECTION THIRTEEN OF THE BALLAD OF SAINT BARBARA AND OTHER VERSES BY K CHESTERTOWN READ FOR A LIEBERLOCK STOD ORB BY ELIZABETH WILCOX FOR A WAR MEMORIAL SUGGESTED INSCRIPTION PROBABLY NOT SELECTED BY THE COMMITTEE THE HUCKSTERS HAGGLE IN THE MART THE CARS AND CARTS GO BY SENATES AND SCHOOLS GO DRONING ON BUT DEAD THINGS CANNOT DIE
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