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"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. 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
a tortoise in his dome. But hate in the buried Ogier Was strong as pain in hell, With bare brute hand from the inside He burst the shield of brass and hide, And a death-stroke to the Roman's side Sent suddenly and well. Then the great statue on the shield Looked his last look around With level and imperial eye; And Mark, the man from Italy, Fell in the sea of agony, And died without a sound. And Ogier, leaping up alive, Hurled his huge shield away Flying, as when a juggler flings A whizzing plate in play. And held two arms up rigidly, And roared to all the Danes: "Fallen is Rome, yea, fallen The city of the plains! "Shall no man born remember, That breaketh wood or weald, How long she stood on the roof of the world As he stood on my shield. "The new wild world forgetteth her As foam fades on the sea, How long she stood with 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. D UNDER HIS SHIELD LIKE A TORTOISE IN HIS DOME BUT HATE IN THE VERY ARGYA WAS STRONG AS PAIN IN HELL WITH BARE BRUTE HAND FROM THE INSIDE HE BURST THE SHIELD OF BRASS AND HIDE AND A DEATH STROKE TO THE ROMAN SIDE SENT SUDDENLY AND WELL THEN THE GREAT STATUE ON THE SHIELD LOOKED HIS LAST LOOK AROUND WITH LEVEL AND IMPERIAL EYE AND MARK THE MAN FROM ITALY FELL IN THE SEA OF AGONY AND DIED WITHOUT A SOUND AND ARGIA LEAPING UP ALIVE HURLED HIS HUGE SHIELD AWAY FLYING AS WHEN A JUGGLER FLINGS A WHIZZLING PLATE IN PLAY AND HELD TWO ARMS UP RIGIDLY AND ROARED TO ALL THE DANES FALLEN IS ROME YEA FALL IN THE CITY OF THE PLAINS SHALL NO MORE BORN REMEMBER THAT BREAKETH WOOD OR WHEEL HOW LONG SHE STOOD ON THE ROOF OF THE WORLD AS HE STOOD UPON MY SHIELD THE NEW WILD WORLD FORGETTETH HER AS FOAM FADES ON THE SEA HOW 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
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