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He took the great harp wearily, Even Guthrum of the Danes, With wide eyes bright as the one long day On the long polar plains. For he sang of a wheel returning, And the mire trod back to mire, And how red hells and golden heavens Are castles in the fire. HE TOOK THE GREAT HARP WEARILY EVEN GUTHRUM OF THE DANES WITH WIDE EYES BRIGHT AS THE ONE LONG DAY ON THE LONG POLAR PLAINS FOR HE SANG OF A WHEEL RETURNING AND THE MIRE TROD BACK TO MIRE AND HOW RED HELLS AND GOLDEN HEAVENS ARE CASTLES IN THE FIRE
ranch is beautiful One moment, while it breaks. "So rides my soul upon the sea That drinks the howling ships, Though in black jest it bows and nods Under the moons with silver rods, I know it is roaring at the gods, Waiting the last eclipse. "And in the last eclipse the sea Shall stand up like a tower, Above all moons made dark and riven, Hold up its foaming head in heaven, And laugh, knowing its hour. "And the high ones in the happy town Propped of the planets seven, Shall know a new light in the mind, A noise about them and behind, Shall hear an awful voice, and find Foam in the courts of heaven. "And you that sit by the fire are young, And true love waits for you; But the king and I grow old, grow old, And hate alone is true." And Guthrum shook his head but smiled, For he was a mighty clerk, And had read lines in the Latin books When all the north was dark. He said, "I am older than you, Ogier; Not all things would I rend, For whether life be bad or good It is best to abide the end. ER THE POLE AND THE BAREST BRANCH IS BEAUTIFUL ONE MOMENT WHILE IT BREAKS SO RIDES MY SOUL UPON THE SEA THAT DRINKS THE HOWLING SHIPS THOUGH IN THE BLACK JEST IT BOWS AND NODS UNDER THE MOON WITH SILVER RODS I KNOW IT IS ROARING AT THE GODS WAITING THE LAST ECLIPSE AND IN THE LAST ECLIPSE THE SEA SHALL STAND UP LIKE A TOWER ABOVE ALL MOONS MAY DARK AND RIVEN HOLD UP ITS FOAMING HEAD IN HEAVEN AND LAUGH KNOWING ITS HOUR AND THE HIGH ONES IN THE HAPPY TOWN PROPP'D OF THE PLANET'S SEVEN SHALL KNOW A NEW LIGHT IN THE MIND A NOISE ABOUT THEM AND BEHIND SHALL HEAR AN AWFUL VOICE AND FIND FOAM IN ALL THE COURTS OF HEAVEN AND YOU THAT SIT BY THE FIRE ARE YOUNG AND TRUE LOVE WAITS FOR YOU BUT THE KING AND I GROW OLD GROW OLD AND HATE ALONE IS TRUE AND GERTRUM SHOOK HIS HEAD BUT SMILED FOR HE WAS A MIGHTY CLERK AND HAD READ LINES IN THE LATIN BOOKS WHEN ALL THE NORTH WAS DARK HE SAID I AM OLDER THAN YOU ARGYA NOT ALL THINGS WOULD I REND FOR WHETHER LIFE BE BAD OR GOOD IT IS BEST TO ABIDE THE END
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