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"But whatso hap at the end of the world, Where Nothing is struck and sounds, It is not, by Thor, these monkish men These humbled Wessex hounds   "Not this pale line of Christian hinds, This one white string of men, Shall keep us back from the end of the world, And the things that happen then. BUT WHATSO HAP AT THE END OF THE WORLD WHERE NOTHING IS STRUCK AND SOUNDS IT IS NOT BY THOR THESE MONKISH MEN THESE HUMBLED WESSEX HOUNDS NOT THIS PALE LINE OF CHRISTIAN HINDS THIS ONE WHITE STRING OF MEN SHALL KEEP US BACK FROM THE END OF THE WORLD AND THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN THEN
her foot on Man As he with his foot on me. "No more shall the brown men of the south Move like the ants in lines, To quiet men with olives Or madden men with vines. "No more shall the white towns of the south, Where Tiber and Nilus run, Sitting around a secret sea Worship a secret sun. "The blind gods roar for Rome fallen, And forum and garland gone, For the ice of the north is broken, And the sea of the north comes on. "The blind gods roar and rave and dream Of all cities under the sea, For the heart of the north is broken, And the blood of the north is free. "Down from the dome of the world we come, Rivers on rivers down, Under us swirl the sects and hordes And the high dooms we drown. "Down from the dome of the world and down, Struck flying as a skiff On a river in spate is spun and swirled Until we come to the end of the world That breaks short, like a cliff. "And when we come to the end of the world For me, I count it fit To take the leap like a good river, Shot shrieking over it. W LONG SHE STOOD WITH HER FOOT ON A MAN AS HE WITH HIS FOOT ON ME NO MORE SHALL THE BROWN MEN OF THE SOUTH MOVE LIKE THE ANTS IN LINES TO QUIET MEN WITH OLIVES OR MADDENED MEN WITH VINES NO MORE SHALL THE WHITE TOWNS OF THE SOUTH WHERE TIBAR AND NIHILIS RUN SITTING AROUND A SECRET SEA WORSHIP A SECRET SUN THE BLIND GODS ROAR FOR ROME FALLEN AND FORUM AND GARLAND GONE FOR THE ICE OF THE NORTH IS BROKEN AND THE SEA OF THE NORTH COMES ON THE BLIND GODS ROAR AND RAVE AND DREAM FOR ALL CITIES UNDER THE SEA FOR THE HEART OF THE NORTH IS BROKEN AND THE BLOOD OF THE NORTH IS FREE DOWN FROM THE DOME OF THE WORLD WE COME RIVERS ON RIVERS DOWN UNDER US SWIRL THE SEX AND HORDES AND THE HIGH DOOMS WE DROWN DOWN FROM THE DOME OF THE WORLD AND DOWN STRUCK FLYING AS A SKIFF ON THE RIVER IN SPATE IS SPUN AND SWIRLED UNTIL WE COME TO THE END OF THE WORLD THAT BREAKS SHORT LIKE A CLIFF AND WHEN WE COME TO THE END OF THE WORLD FOR ME I COUNT IT FIT TO TAKE THE LEAP LIKE A GOOD RIVER SHOT SHRIEKING OVER IT
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