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It has not been as the great wind spoke On the great green down that day: We have seen, wherever the wide wind spoke, Slavery slaying the English folk: The robbers of land we have seen command The rulers of land obey. IT HAS NOT BEEN AS THE GREAT WIND SPOKE ON THE GREAT GREEN DOWN THAT DAY WE HAVE SEEN WHEREVER THE WIDE WIND SPOKE SLAVERY SLAYING THE ENGLISH FOLK THE ROBBERS OF LAND WE HAVE SEEN COMMAND THE RULERS OF LAND OBEY
hen you came over the top of the world, And under your feet were spire and street And seven English towns. And I could not think that the pride was perished As you came over the down; Liberty, chivalry, all we cherished, Lost in a rattle of pelf and perished; Or the land we love that you walked above Withering town by town. For you came out on the dome of the earth Like a vision of victory, Out on the great green dome of the earth As the great blue dome of the sky for girth, And under your feet the shires could meet And your eyes went out to sea. Under your feet the towns were seven, Alive and alone on high, Your back to the broad white wall of heaven; You were one and the towns were seven, Single and one as the soaring sun And your head upheld the sky. And I thought of a thundering flag unfurled And the roar of the burghers’ bell: Beacons crackled and bolts were hurled As you came over the top of the world; And under your feet were chance and cheat And the slime of the slopes of hell.  CLOUDS WERE CURLED WHEN YOU CAME OVER THE TOP OF THE WORLD AND UNDER YOUR FEET WERE SPIRE AND STREET AND SEVEN ENGLISH TOWNS AND I COULD NOT THINK THAT PRIDE WAS PERISHED AS YOU CAME OVER THE DOWN LIBERTY CHIVALRY ALL WE CHERISHED LOST IN THE RATTLE OF PELF AND PERISHED OR THE LAND WE LOVE THAT YOU WALKED ABOVE WITHERING TOWN BY TOWN FOR YOU CAME OUT ON THE DOME OF THE EARTH LIKE A VISION OF VICTORY OUT ON THE GREAT GREEN DOME OF THE EARTH AS THE GREAT BLUE DOME OF THE SKY FOR GIRTH AND UNDER YOUR FEET THE SHIRES COULD MEET AND YOUR EYES WENT OUT TO SEE UNDER YOUR FEET THE TOWNS WERE SEVEN ALIVE AND ALONE ON HIGH YOUR BACK TO THE BROAD WHITE WALL OF HEAVEN YOU WERE ONE AND THE TOWNS WERE SEVEN SINGLE AND ONE AS THE SOARING SUN AND YOUR HEAD UPHELD THE SKY AND I THOUGHT OF A THUNDERING FLAG UNFURLED AND THE ROAR OF THE BURGHER'S BELL BEACONS CRACKLED AND BOLTS WERE HURLED AS YOU CAME OVER THE TOP OF THE WORLD AND UNDER YOUR FEET WERE CHANCE AND CHEAT AND THE SLIME OF THE SLOPES OF HELL
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