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His fruit trees stood like soldiers Drilled in a straight line, His strange, stiff olives did not fail, And all the kings of the earth drank ale, But he drank wine. HIS FRUIT TREES STOOD LIKE SOLDIERS DRILLED IN A STRAIGHT LINE HIS STRANGE STIFF OLIVES DID NOT FAIL AND ALL THE KINGS OF THE EARTH DRANK ALE BUT HE DRANK WINE
en of all the wide world's ends, From Rome that wrath and pardon sends And the grey tribes on Usk. He saw gigantic tracks of death And many a shape of doom, Good steadings to grey ashes gone And a monk's house white like a skeleton In the green crypt of the combe. And in many a Roman villa Earth and her ivies eat, Saw coloured pavements sink and fade In flowers, and the windy colonnade Like the spectre of a street. But the cold stars clustered Among the cold pines Ere he was half on his pilgrimage Over the western lines. And the white dawn widened Ere he came to the last pine, Where Mark, the man from Italy, Still made the Christian sign. The long farm lay on the large hill-side, Flat like a painted plan, And by the side the low white house, Where dwelt the southland man. A bronzed man, with a bird's bright eye, And a strong bird's beak and brow, His skin was brown like buried gold, And of certain of his sires was told That they came in the shining ship of old, With Caesar in the prow. OTHER FRIENDS FRIENDS FALLEN OF ALL THE WIDE WORLD'S ENDS FROM ROME THAT A WRATH AND PARDON SENDS AND THE GREY TRIBES UNASK HE SAW GIGANTIC TRACKS OF DEATH IN MANY A SHAPE OF DOOM GOOD STEADINGS TO GREY ASHES GONE AND A MONK'S HOUSE WHITE LIKE A SKELETON IN THE GREEN CRYPT OF THE COMB AND IN MANY A ROMAN VILLA EARTH AND HER IVIES EAT SARCOLOURED PAVEMENTS SINK AND FADE IN FLOWERS AND THE WINDY COLONNADE LIKE THE SPECTRE OF A STREET BUT THE COLD STARS CLUSTERED AMONG THE COLD PINES ERE HE WAS HALF ON HIS PILGRIMAGE OVER THE WESTERN LINES AND THE WHITE DAWN WIDENED ERE HE CAME TO THE LAST PINE WHERE MARK THE MAN FROM ITALY STILL MADE THE CHRISTIAN SIGN THE LONG FARM LAY ON A LARGE HILLSIDE FLAT LIKE A PAINTED PLAN AND BY THE SIDE OF THE LOW WHITE HOUSE WHERE DWELT THE SOUTHLAND MAN A BRONZE MAN WITH A BIRD'S BRIGHT EYE AND A STRONG BIRD'S BEAK AND BROW HIS SKIN WAS BROWN LIKE BURIED GOLD AND OF CERTAIN OF HIS SIRES WAS TOLD THAT THEY CAME IN THE SHINING SHIP OF OLD WAS CAESAR IN THE PROW
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