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"The tall trees of Britain We worshipped and were wise, But you shall raid the whole land through And never a tree shall talk to you, Though every leaf is a tongue taught true And the forest is full of eyes. THE TALL TREES OF BRITAIN WE WORSHIPPED AND WERE WISE BUT YOU SHALL RAID THE WHOLE LAND THROUGH AND NEVER A TREE SHALL TALK TO YOU THOUGH EVERY LEAF IS A TONGUE TAUGHT TRUE AND THE FOREST IS FULL OF EYES
d it sweet; I was a fool and wasted bread, And the birds had bread to eat. "The kings go up and the kings go down, And who knows who shall rule; Next night a king may starve or sleep, But men and birds and beasts shall weep At the burial of a fool. "O, drunkards in my cellar, Boys in my apple tree, The world grows stern and strange and new, And wise men shall govern you, And you shall weep for me. "But yoke me my own oxen, Down to my own farm; My own dog will whine for me, My own friends will bend the knee, And the foes I slew openly Have never wished me harm." And all were moved a little, But Colan stood apart, Having first pity, and after Hearing, like rat in rafter, That little worm of laughter That eats the Irish heart. And his grey-green eyes were cruel, And the smile of his mouth waxed hard, And he said, "And when did Britain Become your burying-yard? "Before the Romans lit the land, When schools and monks were none, We reared such stones to the sun-god As might put out the sun.  HEAVY WORDS AND FEW AND HIS EYES WERE OF SUCH ALIEN BLUE AS GLEAMS WHERE THE NORTH MAN SAILETH NEW INTO AN UNKNOWN FORD I WAS A FOOL AND WASTED ALE MY SLAVES FOUND IT SWEET I WAS A FOOL AND WASTED BREAD AND THE BIRDS HAD BREAD TO EAT THE KINGS GO UP AND THE KINGS GO DOWN AND WHO KNOWS WHO SHALL RULE NEXT NIGHT A KING MAY STARVE OR SLEEP BUT MEN AND BIRDS AND BEASTS SHALL WEEP AT THE BURIAL OF A FOOL O DRUNKARDS IN MY CELLAR BOYS IN MY APPLE TREE THE WORLD GROWS STERN AND STRANGE AND NEW AND WISE MEN SHALL GOVERN YOU AND YOU SHALL WEEP FOR ME BUT YOKE ME MY OWN OXEN DOWN TO MY OWN FARM MY OWN DOG WILL WHINE FOR ME MY OWN FRIENDS WILL BEND THE KNEE AND THE FOES I SLEW OPENLY HAVE NEVER WISHED ME HARM AND ALL WERE MOVED A LITTLE BUT COLIN STOOD APART HAVING FIRST PITY AND AFTER HEARING LIKE RAT AND RAFTER THAT LITTLE WORM OF LAUGHTER THAT EATS THE IRISH HEART AND HIS GREY GREEN EYES WERE CRUEL AND THE SMILE OF HIS MOUTH WAXED HARD AND HE SAID AND WHEN DID BRITAIN BECOME YOUR BURYING YARD 
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