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And the King, with harp on shoulder, Stood up and ceased his song; And the owls moaned from the mighty trees, And the Danes laughed loud and long. AND THE KING WITH HARP ON HIS SHOULDER STOOD UP AND CEASED HIS SONG AND THE OWLS MOANED FROM THE MIGHTY TREES AND THE DANES LAUGHED LOUD AND LONG
still some song to sing; "Our monks go robed in rain and snow, But the heart of flame therein, But you go clothed in feasts and flames, When all is ice within; "Nor shall all iron dooms make dumb Men wondering ceaselessly, If it be not better to fast for joy Than feast for misery. "Nor monkish order only Slides down, as field to fen, All things achieved and chosen pass, As the White Horse fades in the grass, No work of Christian men. "Ere the sad gods that made your gods Saw their sad sunrise pass, The White Horse of the White Horse Vale, That you have left to darken and fail, Was cut out of the grass. "Therefore your end is on you, Is on you and your kings, Not for a fire in Ely fen, Not that your gods are nine or ten, But because it is only Christian men Guard even heathen things. "For our God hath blessed creation, Calling it good. I know What spirit with whom you blindly band Hath blessed destruction with his hand; Yet by God's death the stars shall stand And the small apples grow. HAT MEAN TRADE OR NAME HAS STILL SOME SONG TO SING OUR MONKS GO ROBBED IN RAIN AND SNOW BUT THE HEART OF THE FLAME THEREIN BUT YOU GO CLOTHES IN FEASTS AND FLAMES AND ALL IS ICE WITHIN NOR SHALL ALL IRON DOOMS MAKE DUMB MEN WANDERING CEASELESSLY IF IT NOT BE BETTER TO FAST FOR JOY THAN FEAST FOR MISERY NOR MONKISH ORDER ONLY SLIDES DOWN AS FIELDS DEFEN ALL THINGS ACHIEVED AND CHOSEN PASS AS THE WHITE HORSE FADES IN THE GRASS NO WORK OF CHRISTIAN MEN ERE THE SAD GODS THAT MADE YOUR GODS SAW THEIR SAD SUNRISE PASS THE WHITE HORSE OF THE WHITE HORSE VEIL THAT YOU HAVE LEFT TO DARKEN AND FAIL WAS CUT OUT OF THE GRASS THEREFORE YOUR END IS ON YOU IS ON YOU AND YOUR KINGS NOT FOR A FIRE IN ELLE FEN NOT THAT YOUR GODS ARE NINE OR TEN BUT BECAUSE IT IS ONLY CHRISTIAN MEN GUARD EVEN HEATHEN THINGS FOR OUR GOD HATH BLESSED CREATION CALLING IT GOOD I KNOW WHAT SPIRIT WITH WHOM YOU BLINDLY BAND HAVE BLESSED DESTRUCTION WITH HIS HAND YET BY GOD'S DEATH THE STAR SHALL STAND AND THE SMALL APPLES GROW
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