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"You sing of the young gods easily In the days when you are young; But I go smelling yew and sods, And I know there are gods behind the gods, Gods that are best unsung. YOU SING OF THE YOUNG GODS EASILY IN THE DAYS WHEN YOU ARE YOUNG BUT I GO SMELLING YOU AND SODS AND I KNOW THAT THERE ARE GODS BEHIND THE GODS GODS THAT ARE BEST UNSUNG
ng And the tears come easily. The mighty people, womanlike, That have pleasure in their pain As he sang of Balder beautiful, Whom the heavens loved in vain. As he sang of Balder beautiful, Whom the heavens could not save, Till the world was like a sea of tears And every soul a wave. "There is always a thing forgotten When all the world goes well; A thing forgotten, as long ago, When the gods forgot the mistletoe, And soundless as an arrow of snow The arrow of anguish fell. "The thing on the blind side of the heart, On the wrong side of the door, The green plant groweth, menacing Almighty lovers in the spring; There is always a forgotten thing, And love is not secure." And all that sat by the fire were sad, Save Ogier, who was stern, And his eyes hardened, even to stones, As he took the harp in turn; Earl Ogier of the Stone and Sling Was odd to ear and sight, Old he was, but his locks were red, And jests were all the words he said Yet he was sad at board and bed And savage in the fight. E WHERE THE GIRLS GIVE AIL AT MORNING AND THE TEARS COME EASILY THE MIGHTY PEOPLE WOMANLIKE THEY HAVE PLEASURE IN THEIR PAIN AND HE SANG OF BELDAR BEAUTIFUL WHOM THE HEAVENS LOVED IN VAIN AS HE SANG OF BALDA BEAUTIFUL WHOM THE HEAVENS COULD NOT SAVE TILL THE WORLD WAS LIKE A SEA OF TEARS AND EVERY SOUL A WAVE THERE IS ALWAYS A THING FORGOTTEN WHEN ALL THE WORLD GOES WELL A THING FORGOTTEN AS LONG AGO WHEN THE GODS FORGOT THE MISTLETOE AND SOUNDLESS AS AN ARROW OF SNOW THE ARROW OF ANGUISH FELL THE THING ON THE BLIND SIDE OF THE HEART ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE DOOR THE GREEN PLANT GROWETH MENACING ALMIGHTY LOVERS IN THE SPRING THERE IS ALWAYS FORGOTTEN THING AND LOVE IS NOT SECURE AND ALL THAT SAT BY THE FIRE WAS SAD SAVE ARGYA WHO WAS STERN AND HIS EYES HARDENED EVEN TO STONES AS HE TOOK THE HARP IN TURN EARL ARGYA OF THE STONE AND SLING WAS ODD TO EAR AND SIGHT OLD HE WAS BUT HIS LOCKS WERE RED AND JESTS WERE ALL THE WORDS HE SAID YET HE WAS SAD AT BOARD AND BED AND SAVAGE IN THE FIGHT
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