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A proud man was the Roman, His speech a single one, But his eyes were like an eagle's eyes That is staring at the sun. A PROUD MAN WAS THE ROMAN HIS SPEECH A SINGLE ONE BUT HIS EYES WERE LIKE AN EAGLE'S EYES THAT IS STARING AT THE SUN
ever wished me harm." And all were moved a little, But Colan stood apart, Having first pity, and after Hearing, like rat in rafter, That little worm of laughter That eats the Irish heart. And his grey-green eyes were cruel, And the smile of his mouth waxed hard, And he said, "And when did Britain Become your burying-yard? "Before the Romans lit the land, When schools and monks were none, We reared such stones to the sun-god As might put out the sun. "The tall trees of Britain We worshipped and were wise, But you shall raid the whole land through And never a tree shall talk to you, Though every leaf is a tongue taught true And the forest is full of eyes. "On one round hill to the seaward The trees grow tall and grey And the trees talk together When all men are away. "O'er a few round hills forgotten The trees grow tall in rings, And the trees talk together Of many pagan things. "Yet I could lie and listen With a cross upon my clay, And hear unhurt for ever What the trees of Britain say. ALL WEEP FOR ME BUT YOKE ME MY OWN OXEN DOWN TO MY OWN FARM MY OWN DOG WILL WHINE FOR ME MY OWN FRIENDS WILL BEND THE KNEE AND THE FOES I SLEW OPENLY HAVE NEVER WISHED ME HARM AND ALL WERE MOVED A LITTLE BUT COLIN STOOD APART HAVING FIRST PITY AND AFTER HEARING LIKE RAT AND RAFTER THAT LITTLE WORM OF LAUGHTER THAT EATS THE IRISH HEART AND HIS GREY GREEN EYES WERE CRUEL AND THE SMILE OF HIS MOUTH WAXED HARD AND HE SAID AND WHEN DID BRITAIN BECOME YOUR BURYING YARD THE TALL TREES OF BRITAIN WE WORSHIPPED AND WERE WISE BUT YOU SHALL RAID THE WHOLE LAND THROUGH AND NEVER A TREE SHALL TALK TO YOU THOUGH EVERY LEAF IS A TONGUE TAUGHT TRUE AND THE FOREST IS FULL OF EYES ON ONE ROUND HILL TO THE SEAWARD THE TREES GROW TALL AND GREY AND THE TREES TALK TOGETHER WHEN ALL MEN ARE AWAY OR A FEW ROUND HILLS FORGOTTEN THE TREES GROW TALL IN RINGS AND THE TREES TALK TOGETHER OF MANY PAGAN THINGS YET I COULD LIE AND LISTEN WITH A CROSS UPON MY CLAY AND HEAR UNHURT FOR EVER WHAT THE TREES OF BRITAIN SAY
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