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"There lives one moment for a man When the door at his shoulder shakes, When the taut rope parts under the pull, And the barest branch is beautiful One moment, while it breaks. THERE LIVES ONE MOMENT FOR A MAN WHEN THE DOOR AT HIS SHOULDER SHAKES WHEN THE TAUT ROPE PARTS UNDER THE POLE AND THE BAREST BRANCH IS BEAUTIFUL ONE MOMENT WHILE IT BREAKS
, And love is not secure." And all that sat by the fire were sad, Save Ogier, who was stern, And his eyes hardened, even to stones, As he took the harp in turn; Earl Ogier of the Stone and Sling Was odd to ear and sight, Old he was, but his locks were red, And jests were all the words he said Yet he was sad at board and bed And savage in the fight. "You sing of the young gods easily In the days when you are young; But I go smelling yew and sods, And I know there are gods behind the gods, Gods that are best unsung. "And a man grows ugly for women, And a man grows dull with ale, Well if he find in his soul at last Fury, that does not fail. "The wrath of the gods behind the gods Who would rend all gods and men, Well if the old man's heart hath still Wheels sped of rage and roaring will, Like cataracts to break down and kill, Well for the old man then-- "While there is one tall shrine to shake, Or one live man to rend; For the wrath of the gods behind the gods Who are weary to make an end. THERE IS ALWAYS FORGOTTEN THING AND LOVE IS NOT SECURE AND ALL THAT SAT BY THE FIRE WAS SAD SAVE ARGYA WHO WAS STERN AND HIS EYES HARDENED EVEN TO STONES AS HE TOOK THE HARP IN TURN EARL ARGYA OF THE STONE AND SLING WAS ODD TO EAR AND SIGHT OLD HE WAS BUT HIS LOCKS WERE RED AND JESTS WERE ALL THE WORDS HE SAID YET HE WAS SAD AT BOARD AND BED AND SAVAGE IN THE FIGHT YOU SING OF THE YOUNG GODS EASILY IN THE DAYS WHEN YOU ARE YOUNG BUT I GO SMELLING YOU AND SODS AND I KNOW THAT THERE ARE GODS BEHIND THE GODS GODS THAT ARE BEST UNSUNG AND A MAN GROWS UGLY FOR WOMAN AND A MAN GROWS DULL WITH ALE WELL IF HE FINDS IN HIS SOUL AT LAST FURY THAT DOES NOT FAIL THE WRATH OF THE GODS BEHIND THE GODS WOULD REND ALL GODS AND MEN WHILE IF THE OLD MAN'S HEART HATH STILL WHEELS SPED OF RAGE AND ROARING WILL LIKE CATARACTS TO BREAK DOWN AND KILL WELL FOR THE OLD MAN THEN WHILE THERE IS ONE TALL SHRINE TO SHAKE OR ONE LIVE MAN TO REND FOR THE WRATH OF THE GODS BEHIND THE GODS WHO ARE WEARY TO MAKE AN END
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