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And clover and silent thistle throve, And buds burst silently, With little care for the Thames Valley Or what things there might be   That away on the widening river, In the eastern plains for crown Stood up in the pale purple sky One turret of smoke like ivory; And the smoke changed and the wind went by, And the King took London Town. AND CLOVER AND SILENT THISTLE THROVE AND BUDS BURST SILENTLY WITH LITTLE CARE FOR THE THAMES VALLEY OR WHAT THINGS THERE MIGHT BE THAT AWAY ON THE WINDING RIVER IN THE EASTERN PLAINS FOR CROWNS STOOD UP IN THE PALE PURPLE SKY ONE TURRET OF SMOKE LIKE IVORY AND THE SMOKE CHANGED AND THE WIND WENT BY AND THE KING TOOK LONDON TOWN
 wind of death walked high, And a raid was driven athwart the raid, The sky reddened and the smoke swayed, And the tall grey horse went by. The gates of the great river Were breached as with a barge, The walls sank crowded, say the scribes, And high towers populous with tribes Seemed leaning from the charge. Smoke like rebellious heavens rolled Curled over coloured flames, Mirrored in monstrous purple dreams In the mighty pools of Thames. Loud was the war on London wall, And loud in London gates, And loud the sea-kings in the cloud Broke through their dreaming gods, and loud Cried on their dreadful Fates. And all the while on White Horse Hill The horse lay long and wan, The turf crawled and the fungus crept, And the little sorrel, while all men slept, Unwrought the work of man. With velvet finger, velvet foot, The fierce soft mosses then Crept on the large white commonweal All folk had striven to strip and peel, And the grass, like a great green witch's wheel, Unwound the toils of men. Y IN THE EASTERN PLACES THE WIND OF DEATH WALKED HIGH AND A RAID WAS DRIVEN ATHWART THE RAID THE SKY REDDENED AND THE SMOKE SWAYED AND THE TALL GRAY HORSE WENT BY THE GATES OF THE GREAT RIVER WERE BREACHED AS WITH A BARGE THE WALLS SANK CROWDED SAY THE SCRIBES AND HIGH TOWERS POPULOUS WITH TRIBES SEEMED LEANING FROM THE CHART SMOKE LIKE REBELLIOUS HEAVENS ROLLED CURLED OVER COLORED FLAMES MIRRORED IN MONSTROUS PURPLE DREAMS IN THE MIGHTY POOL OF THAMES LOUD WAS THE WAR ON LONDON WALL AND LOUD IN LONDON GATES AND LOUD THE SEA KINGS IN THE CLOUD BROKE THROUGH THEIR DREAMING GODS AND LOUD CRIED ON THEIR DREADFUL FATE AND ALL THE WHILE ON WHITE HORSE HILL THE HORSE LAY LONG AND WAN THE TURF CRAWLED AND THE FUNGUS CREPT AND THE LITTLE SORREL WHILE ALL MEN SLEPT UNWROUGHT THE WORK OF MAN WITH VELVET FINGER VELVET FOOT THE FIERCE SOFT MOSSES THEN CREPT ON THE LARGE WHITE COMMON WHEEL ALL FOLK HAD STRIVEN TO STRIP AND PEEL AND THE GRASS LIKE A GREAT GREEN WITCH'S WHEEL UNWOUND THE TOILS OF MEN
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