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Mark's were the mixed tribes of the west, Of many a hue and strain, Gurth, with rank hair like yellow grass, And the Cornish fisher, Gorlias, And Halmer, come from his first mass, Lately baptized, a Dane. But like one man in armour Those hundreds trod the field, From red Arabia to the Tyne The earth had heard that marching line, Since the cry on the hill Capitoline, And the fall of the golden shield. MARK'D WERE THE MIXED TRIBES OF THE WEST OF MANY A HUE AND STRAIN GIRTH WITH RANK HAIR LIKE YELLOW GRASS AND THE CORNISH FISHER GORILLAS AND HELMER COME FROM HIS FIRST MASS LATELY BAPTIZED A DANE BUT LIKE ONE MAN IN ARMOUR THOSE HUNDREDS TROD THE FIELD FROM RED ARABIA TO THY EARTH HAD HEARD THAT MARCHING LINE SINCE THE CRY ON THE HILL CAPITAL LINE AND THE FALL OF THE GOLDEN SHIELD
-hands and farm-beasts blundering by And jars of mead and stores of rye, Where Eldred strode above his high And thunder-throated hounds. And grey cattle and silver lowed Against the unlifted morn, And straw clung to the spear-shafts tall. And a boy went before them all Blowing a ram's horn. As mocking such rude revelry, The dim clan of the Gael Came like a bad king's burial-end, With dismal robes that drop and rend And demon pipes that wail-- In long, outlandish garments, Torn, though of antique worth, With Druid beards and Druid spears, As a resurrected race appears Out of an elder earth. And though the King had called them forth And knew them for his own, So still each eye stood like a gem, So spectral hung each broidered hem, Grey carven men he fancied them, Hewn in an age of stone. And the two wild peoples of the north Stood fronting in the gloam, And heard and knew each in its mind The third great thunder on the wind, The living walls that hedge mankind, The walking walls of Rome. MPLED ROAD RESOUNDS FARM HANDS AND FARM BEASTS BLUNDERING BY AND JARS OF MEAD AND STORES OF RYE WHERE ELDRED STRODE ABOVE HIS HIGH AND THUNDER THROATED HOUNDS AND GRAY CATTLE AND SILVER LOAD AGAINST THE UNLIFTED MORN AND STRAW CLUNG TO THE SPEAR SHAFTS TALL AND A BOY WENT BEFORE THEM ALL BLOWING A RAM'S HORN SMOCKING SUCH RUDE REVELRY THE DIM CLAN OF THE GALE CAME LIKE A BAD KING'S BURIAL END WITH DISMAL ROBES THAT DROP AND REND AND DEMON PIPES THAT WAIL IN LONG OUTLANDISH GARMENTS TORN THOUGH OF ANTIQUE WORTH WITH RUID BEARDS AND RUINED SPEARS AS THE RESURRECTED RACE APPEARS OUT OF AN ELDER EARTH AND THOUGH THE KING HAD CALLED THEM FORTH AND KNEW THEM FOR HIS OWN SO STILL EACH EYE STOOD LIKE A GEM SO SPECTRAL HUNG EACH BROADERED HEM GREAT CARVEN MEN HE FANCIED THEM HEWN IN AN AGE OF STONE AND THE TWO WILD PEOPLES OF THE NORTH STOOD FRONTING IN THE GLOOM AND HEARD AND KNEW EACH IN ITS MIND THE THIRD GREAT THUNDER ON THE WIND THE LIVING WALLS THAT HEDGE MANKIND THE WALKING WALLS OF ROME
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