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"Doubtless your sires were sword swingers When they waded fresh from foam, Before they were turned to women By the god of the nails from Rome; "But since you bent to the shaven men, Who neither lust nor smite, Thunder of Thor, we hunt you A hare on the mountain height." DOUBTLESS YOUR SIRES WERE SWORD SWINGERS WHEN THEY WAITED FRESH FROM FOAM BEFORE THEY WERE TURNED TO WOMAN BY THE GODS OF THE NAILS FROM ROME BUT SINCE YOU BENT TO THE SHAVEN HEAD WHO NEITHER LUST NOR SMITE BLUNDER OF THOR WE HUNT YOU A HARE ON THE MOUNTAIN HEIGHT
o 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." 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. "Well have you sung, O stranger, Of death on the dyke in Wales, Your chief was a bracelet-giver; But the red unbroken river Of a race runs not for ever, But suddenly it fails. 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 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 WELL HAVE YOU SUNG O STRANGER OF DEATH ON THE DIKE IN WALES YOUR CHIEF WAS A BRACELET GIVER BUT THE RED UNBROKEN RIVER OF A RACE RUNS NOT FOR EVER BUT SUDDENLY IT FAILS
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