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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. 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
ds creeping from far-off farms, Marcus with all his slaves in arms, And the strange spears hung with ancient charms Of Colan of the Usk. With one whole farm marching afoot The trampled 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 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. FROM THE DUSK THOSE FRIENDS CREEPING FROM FAR OFF FARM MARCUS WITH ALL HIS SLAVES IN ARMS AND THE STRANGE SPEARS HUNG WITH ANCIENT CHARMS OF COLON OF THE ASK WITH ONE WHOLE FARM MARCHING AFOOT THE TRAMPLED 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
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