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"But you and all the kind of Christ Are ignorant and brave, And you have wars you hardly win And souls you hardly save. "I tell you naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher. BUT YOU AND ALL THE KIND OF CHRIST ARE IGNORANT AND BRAVE AND YOU HAVE WARS YOU HEARTILY WIN AND SOULS YOU HARDLY SAVE I TELL YOU NOT FOR YOUR COMFORT YE NOT FOR YOUR DESIRE SAVE THAT THE SKY GROWS DARKER YET AND THE SEA RISES HIGHER
 gone Behind the set of sun, Heareth between star and other star, Through the door of the darkness fallen ajar, The council, eldest of things that are, The talk of the Three in One. "The gates of heaven are lightly locked, We do not guard our gold, Men may uproot where worlds begin, Or read the name of the nameless sin; But if he fail or if he win To no good man is told. "The men of the East may spell the stars, And times and triumphs mark, But the men signed of the cross of Christ Go gaily in the dark. "The men of the East may search the scrolls For sure fates and fame, But the men that drink the blood of God Go singing to their shame. "The wise men know what wicked things Are written on the sky, They trim sad lamps, they touch sad strings, Hearing the heavy purple wings, Where the forgotten seraph kings Still plot how God shall die. "The wise men know all evil things Under the twisted trees, Where the perverse in pleasure pine And men are weary of green wine And sick of crimson seas. ART THE MEANEST MAN IN GRAYFIELDS GONE BEHIND THE SET OF SUN HEARETH BETWEEN STAR AND OTHER STAR THROUGH THE DOOR OF DARKNESS FALLEN AJAR THE COUNSEL ELDEST OF THINGS THAT ARE THE TALK OF THREE AND ONE THE GATES OF HEAVEN ARE LIGHTLY LOCKED WE DO NOT GUARD OUR GOLD MEN MAY UPROOT WHERE WORLDS BEGIN OR READ THE NAME OF THE NAMELESS SIN BUT IF HE FAIL OR IF HE WIN TO KNOW GOOD MAN IS TOLD THE MEN OF THE EAST MAY SPELL THE STARS AND TIMES AND TRIUMPHS MARK BUT THE MEN SIGNED OF THE CROSS OF CHRIST GO GAILY IN THE DARK THE MEN OF THE EAST MAY SEARCH THE SCROLLS FOR SURE FATES AND FAME BUT THE MEN THAT DRINK THE BLOOD OF GOD GO SINGING TO THEIR SHAME THE WISE MEN KNOW WHAT WICKED THINGS ARE WRITTEN ON THE SKY THEY TRIM SAD LAMPS THEY TOUCH SAD STRINGS HEARING THE HEAVY PURPLE WINGS WHERE THE FORGOTTEN SERAPH KINGS STILL PLOT HOW GOD SHALL DIE THE WISE MEN KNOW ALL EVIL THINGS UNDER THE TWISTED TREES WHERE THE PERVERSE IN PLEASURE PINE AND MEN ARE WEARY OF GREEN WINE AND SICK OF CRIMSON SEAS
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