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Far northward and far westward The distant tribes drew nigh, Plains beyond plains, fell beyond fell, That a man at sunset sees so well, And the tiny coloured towns that dwell In the corners of the sky. FAR NORTHWARD AND FAR WESTWARD THE DISTANT TRIBES DREW NIGH PLAINS BEYOND PLAINS FELL BEYOND FELL THAT A MAN AT SUNSET SEES SO WELL AND THE TINY COLOURED TOWNS THAT DWELL IN THE CORNERS OF THE SKY
and high Wave prouder than the plumes of grass, And sadder than their sigh. "And I go riding against the raid, And ye know not where I am; But ye shall know in a day or year, When one green star of grass grows here; Chaos has charged you, charger and spear, Battle-axe and battering-ram. "And though skies alter and empires melt, This word shall still be true: If we would have the horse of old, Scour ye the horse anew. "One time I followed a dancing star That seemed to sing and nod, And ring upon earth all evil's knell; But now I wot if ye scour not well Red rust shall grow on God's great bell And grass in the streets of God." Ceased Alfred; and above his head The grand green domes, the Downs, Showed the first legions of the press, Marching in haste and bitterness For Christ's sake and the crown's. Beyond the cavern of Colan, Past Eldred's by the sea, Rose men that owned King Alfred's rod, From the windy wastes of Exe untrod, Or where the thorn of the grave of God Burns over Glastonbury. E SOULS ALSO WILD HERESIES ARE HIGH WAVE PROUDER THAN THE PLUMES OF GRASS AND SADDER THAN THEIR SIGH AND I GO RIDING AGAINST THE RAID AND YE KNOW NOT WHERE I AM BUT YE SHALL KNOW IN A DAY OR A YEAR WHEN ONE GREEN STAR OF GRASS GROWS HERE CHAOS HAS CHARGED YOU CHARGER AND SPEAR BATTLE AXE AND BATTERING RAM AND THOUGH THE SKIES ALTER AND EMPIRES MELT THIS WORLD SHALL STILL BE TRUE IF YE WOULD HAVE THE HORSE OF OLD SCOUR YE THE HORSE ANEW ONE TIME I FOLLOWED A DANCING STAR THAT SEEMED TO SING AND NOD AND RING UPON EARTH ALL EVILS KNELL BUT NOW I WOT IF YE SCOUR NOT WELL RED RUST SHALL GROW ON GOD'S GREAT BELL AND GRASS IN THE STREETS OF GOD CEASED ALFRED AND ABOVE HIS HEAD THE GRAND GREEN DOMES THE DOWNS SHOWED THE FIRST LEGIONS OF THE PRESS MARCHING IN HASTE AND BITTERNESS FOR CHRIST'S SAKE AND THE CROWNS BEYOND THE CAVERN OF COLAN PAST ELDRONS BY THE SEA ROSE MEN THAT OWNED KING ALFRED'S ROD FROM THE WINDY WASTES OF EX UNTROD OR WHERE THE THORN OF THE GRAVE OF GOD BURNS OVER GLASTONBURY
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