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And a Shape that moveth murkily In mirrors of ice and night, Hath blanched with fear all beasts and birds, As death and a shock of evil words Blast a man's hair with white. AND A SHAPE THAT MOVETH MURKILY IN MIRRORS OF ICE AND NIGHT HATH BLANCHED WITH FEAR ALL BEASTS AND BIRDS AS DEATH AND A SHOCK OF EVIL WORDS BLAST A MAN'S HAIR WHITE
 left on earth After a judgment day. For the end of the world was long ago, When the ends of the world waxed free, When Rome was sunk in a waste of slaves, And the sun drowned in the sea. When Caesar's sun fell out of the sky And whoso hearkened right Could only hear the plunging Of the nations in the night. When the ends of the earth came marching in To torch and cresset gleam. And the roads of the world that lead to Rome Were filled with faces that moved like foam, Like faces in a dream. And men rode out of the eastern lands, Broad river and burning plain; Trees that are Titan flowers to see, And tiger skies, striped horribly, With tints of tropic rain. Where Ind's enamelled peaks arise Around that inmost one, Where ancient eagles on its brink, Vast as archangels, gather and drink The sacrament of the sun. And men brake out of the northern lands, Enormous lands alone, Where a spell is laid upon life and lust And the rain is changed to a silver dust And the sea to a great green stone. RTH LIKE A STRANGE PEOPLE LEFT ON EARTH AFTER A JUDGMENT DAY FOR THE END OF THE WORLD WAS LONG AGO WHEN THE ENDS OF THE WORLD WAXED FREE WHEN ROME WAS SUNK IN A WASTE OF SLAVES AND THE SUN DROWNED IN THE SEA WHEN CAESAR'S SUN FELL OUT OF THE SKY AND WHOSO HEARKENED RIGHT COULD ONLY HEAR THE PLUNGING OF THE NATIONS IN THE NIGHT WHEN THE ENDS OF THE EARTH CAME MARCHING IN TO TORCH AND CRESSET GLEAM AND THE ROADS OF THE WORLD THAT LEAD TO ROME WERE FILLED WITH FACES THAT MOVED LIKE FOAM LIKE FACES IN A DREAM AND MEN RODE OUT OF THE EASTERN LANDS BROAD RIVER AND BURNING PLAIN TREES THAT ARE TITANED FLOWERS TO SEE AND TIGER SKIES STRIPED HORRIBLY WITH TINTS OF TROPIC RAIN WHERE IRONS ENAMEL PEAKS ARISE AROUND THAT INMOST ONE WHERE ANCIENT EAGLES ON ITS BRINK VAST AS ARCHANGELS GATHER AND DRINK THE SACRAMENT OF THE SUN AND MEN BREAK OUT OF THE NORTHERN LANDS ENORMOUS LANDS ALONE WHERE SPELL IS LAID UPON LIFE AND LUST AND THE RAIN IS CHANGED TO A SILVER DUST AND THE SEA TO A GREAT GREEN STONE
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