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And out of their hideous home he took my bones, never again, I hoped, to be vexed with the ebb and flow. And with the fall of the tide he went riding down the river and turned to the southwards, and so went to his home. AND OUT OF THEIR HIDEOUS HOME HE TOOK MY BONES NEVER AGAIN I HOPED TO BE VEXED WITH THE EBB AND FLOW AND WITH THE FALL OF THE TIDE HE WENT RIDING DOWN THE RIVER AND TURNED TO THE SOUTHWARDS AND SO WENT TO HIS HOME
at once men came with cloaks and tapers to give me back to the mud, for the thing had become a tradition and a rite. And all the forsaken things mocked me in their dumb hearts when they saw me carried back, for they were jealous of me because I had left the mud. It must be remembered that I could not weep. And the years went by seawards where the black barges go, and the great derelict centuries became lost at sea, and still I lay there without any cause to hope, and daring not to hope without a cause, because of the terrible envy and the anger of the things that could drift no more. Once a great storm rode up, even as far as London, out of the sea from the South; and he came curving into the river with the fierce East wind. And he was mightier than the dreary tides, and went with great leaps over the listless mud. And all the sad forgotten things rejoiced, and mingled with things that were haughtier than they, and rode once more amongst the lordly shipping that was driven up and down. THAT IT SHOULD REST ALMOST AT ONCE MEN CAME WITH CLOAKS AND TAPERS TO GIVE ME BACK TO THE MUD FOR THE THING HAD BECOME A TRADITION AND A RITE AND ALL THE FORSAKEN THINGS MOCKED ME IN THEIR DUMB HEARTS WHEN THEY SAW ME CARRIED BACK FOR THEY WERE JEALOUS OF ME BECAUSE I HAD LEFT THE MUD IT MUST BE REMEMBERED THAT I COULD NOT WEEP AND THE YEARS WENT BY SEAWARDS WHERE THE BLACK BARGES GO AND THE GREAT DERELICT CENTURIES BECAME LOST AT SEA AND STILL I LAY THERE WITHOUT ANY CAUSE TO HOPE AND DARING NOT TO HOPE WITHOUT A CAUSE BECAUSE OF THE TERRIBLE ENVY AND ANGER OF THE THINGS THAT COULD DRIFT NO MORE ONCE A GREAT STORM RODE UP EVEN AS FAR AS LONDON OUT OF THE SEA FROM THE SOUTH AND HE CAME CURVING INTO THE RIVER WITH A FIERCE EAST WIND AND HE WAS MIGHTIER THAN THE DREARY TIDES AND WENT WITH GREAT LEAPS OVER THE LISTLESS MUD AND ALL THE SAD FORGOTTEN THINGS REJOICED AND MINGLED WITH THINGS THAT WERE HAUGHTIER THAN THEY AND RODE ONCE MORE AMONGST A LORDLY SHIPPING THAT WAS DRIVEN UP AND DOWN
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