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"Yea, this shall be the sign of them, The sign of the dying fire; And Man made like a half wit, That knows not of his sire. YEA THIS SHALL BE THE SIGN OF THEM THE SIGN OF THE DYING FIRE AND A MAN MADE LIKE A HALF WIT THAT KNOWS NOT OF HIS SIRE
 vision, and I know The heathen shall return. "They shall not come with warships, They shall not waste with brands, But books be all their eating, And ink be on their hands. "Not with the humour of hunters Or savage skill in war, But ordering all things with dead words, Strings shall they make of beasts and birds, And wheels of wind and star. "They shall come mild as monkish clerks, With many a scroll and pen; And backward shall ye turn and gaze, Desiring one of Alfred's days, When pagans still were men. "The dear sun dwarfed of dreadful suns, Like fiercer flowers on stalk, Earth lost and little like a pea In high heaven's towering forestry, --These be the small weeds ye shall see Crawl, covering the chalk. "But though they bridge St. Mary's sea, Or steal St. Michael's wing-- Though they rear marvels over us, Greater than great Vergilius Wrought for the Roman king; "By this sign you shall know them, The breaking of the sword, And man no more a free knight, That loves or hates his lord. AR CENTURY SAD AND SLOW I HAVE A VISION AND I KNOW THE HEATHEN SHALL RETURN THEY SHALL NOT COME WITH WARSHIPS THEY SHALL NOT WASTE WITH BRANDS BUT IN BOOKS BE ALL THEIR EATING AND INK BE ON THEIR HANDS NOT WITH THE HUMOUR OF HUNTERS OR SAVAGE SKILL IN WAR BUT ORDERING ALL THINGS WITH DEAD WORDS STRINGS SHALL THEY MAKE OF BEASTS AND BIRDS AND WHEELS OF WIND AND STAR THEY SHALL COME MILD AS MONKISH CLERKS WITH MANY A SCROLL AND PEN AND BACKWARD SHALL YE TURN AND GAZE DESIRING ONE OF ALFRED'S DAYS WHEN PAGANS STILL WERE MEN THE DEAR SUN DWARFED OF DREADFUL SUNS LIKE FIERCER FLOWERS ON STALK EARTH LOST AND LITTLE LIKE A PEA IN HIGH HEAVEN'S TOWERING FOREST TREE THESE BE THE SMALL WEEDS YE SHALL SEE CRAWL COVERING THE CHALK BUT THOUGH THEY BRIDGE SAINT MARY'S SEA OR STEAL SAINT MICHAEL'S WING THOUGH THEY REAR MARVELS OVER US GREATER THAN GREAT VAGLUS WROUGHT FOR THE ROMAN KING BY THIS SIGN YOU SHALL KNOW THEM THE BREAKING OF THE SWORD A MAN NO MORE A FREE KNIGHT THAT LOVES OR HATES HIS LORD
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