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"And the high ones in the happy town Propped of the planets seven, Shall know a new light in the mind, A noise about them and behind, Shall hear an awful voice, and find Foam in the courts of heaven. AND THE HIGH ONES IN THE HAPPY TOWN PROPP'D OF THE PLANET'S SEVEN SHALL KNOW A NEW LIGHT IN THE MIND A NOISE ABOUT THEM AND BEHIND SHALL HEAR AN AWFUL VOICE AND FIND FOAM IN ALL THE COURTS OF HEAVEN
s ugly for women, And a man grows dull with ale, Well if he find in his soul at last Fury, that does not fail. "The wrath of the gods behind the gods Who would rend all gods and men, Well if the old man's heart hath still Wheels sped of rage and roaring will, Like cataracts to break down and kill, Well for the old man then-- "While there is one tall shrine to shake, Or one live man to rend; For the wrath of the gods behind the gods Who are weary to make an end. "There lives one moment for a man When the door at his shoulder shakes, When the taut rope parts under the pull, And the barest branch is beautiful One moment, while it breaks. "So rides my soul upon the sea That drinks the howling ships, Though in black jest it bows and nods Under the moons with silver rods, I know it is roaring at the gods, Waiting the last eclipse. "And in the last eclipse the sea Shall stand up like a tower, Above all moons made dark and riven, Hold up its foaming head in heaven, And laugh, knowing its hour. ARE BEST UNSUNG AND A MAN GROWS UGLY FOR WOMAN AND A MAN GROWS DULL WITH ALE WELL IF HE FINDS IN HIS SOUL AT LAST FURY THAT DOES NOT FAIL THE WRATH OF THE GODS BEHIND THE GODS WOULD REND ALL GODS AND MEN WHILE IF THE OLD MAN'S HEART HATH STILL WHEELS SPED OF RAGE AND ROARING WILL LIKE CATARACTS TO BREAK DOWN AND KILL WELL FOR THE OLD MAN THEN WHILE THERE IS ONE TALL SHRINE TO SHAKE OR ONE LIVE MAN TO REND FOR THE WRATH OF THE GODS BEHIND THE GODS WHO ARE WEARY TO MAKE AN END THERE LIVES ONE MOMENT FOR A MAN WHEN THE DOOR AT HIS SHOULDER SHAKES WHEN THE TAUT ROPE PARTS UNDER THE POLE AND THE BAREST BRANCH IS BEAUTIFUL ONE MOMENT WHILE IT BREAKS SO RIDES MY SOUL UPON THE SEA THAT DRINKS THE HOWLING SHIPS THOUGH IN THE BLACK JEST IT BOWS AND NODS UNDER THE MOON WITH SILVER RODS I KNOW IT IS ROARING AT THE GODS WAITING THE LAST ECLIPSE AND IN THE LAST ECLIPSE THE SEA SHALL STAND UP LIKE A TOWER ABOVE ALL MOONS MAY DARK AND RIVEN HOLD UP ITS FOAMING HEAD IN HEAVEN AND LAUGH KNOWING ITS HOUR
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