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And standing there with all broad England behind him, rolling northward, down after down, and before him the glittering sea too far for the sound of the roar of it, there seemed to the voter to grow less important the questions that troubled the town. Yet he was still angry. "Why did you bring me here?" he said again. "Because I grew lonely," said the poet, "when all the town went mad." AND STANDING THERE WITH ALL BROAD ENGLAND BEHIND HIM ROLLING NORTHWARD DOWN AFTER DOWN AND BEFORE HIM THE GLITTERING SEA TOO FAR FOR THE SOUND OF THE ROAR OF IT THERE SEEMED TO THE VOTER TO GROW LESS IMPORTANT THE QUESTIONS THAT TROUBLED THE TOWN YET HE WAS STILL ANGRY WHY DID YOU BRING ME HERE HE SAID AGAIN BECAUSE I GREW LONELY SAID THE POET WHEN ALL THE TOWN WENT MAD
rial traditions that our forefathers had made for us and which he should uphold with his vote, or else it was of a people oppressed by a feudal system that was out of date and effete, and that should be ended or mended. But the poet pointed out to him small, distant, wandering ships on the sunlit strip of sea, and the birds far down below them, and the houses below the birds, with the little columns of smoke that could not find the downs. And at first the voter cried for his polling-booth like a child; but after a while he grew calmer, save when faint bursts of cheering came twittering up to the downs, when the voter would cry out bitterly against the misgovernment of the Radical party, or else it was--I forget what the poet told me--he extolled its splendid record. "See," said the poet, "these ancient beautiful things, the downs and the old-time houses and the morning, and the grey sea in the sunlight going mumbling round the world. And this is the place they have chosen to go man in!  TALKED OF THOSE IMPERIAL TRADITIONS THAT OUR FOREFATHERS HAD MADE FOR US AND WHICH HE SHOULD UPHOLD WITH HIS VOTE OR ELSE IT WAS OF A PEOPLE OPPRESSED BY A FEUDAL SYSTEM THAT WAS OUT OF DATE AND OF FEAT AND THAT SHOULD BE ENDED OR MENDED BUT THE POET POINTED OUT TO HIM SMALL DISTANT WANDERING SHIPS ON THE SUNLIT STRIP OF THE SEA AND THE BIRDS FAR DOWN BELOW THEM AND THE HOUSES BELOW THE BIRDS WITH THE LITTLE COLUMNS OF SMOKE THAT COULD NOT FIND THE DOWNS AND AT FIRST THE VOTER CRIED FOR HIS PULLING BOOTH LIKE A CHILD BUT AFTER A WHILE HE GREW CALMER SAVE WHEN FAINT BURSTS OF CHEERING CAME TWITTERING UP TO THE DOWNS WHEN THE VOTER WOULD CRY OUT BITTERLY AGAINST THE MISGOVERNMENT OF THE RADICAL PARTY OR ELSE IT WAS I FORGET WHAT THE POET TOLD ME HE EXTOLLED ITS SPLENDID RECORD SEE SAID THE POET THESE ANCIENT BEAUTIFUL THINGS THE DOWNS AND THE OLD TIME HOUSES IN THE MORNING AND THE GRAY SEA IN THE SUNLIGHT GOING MUMBLING ROUND THE WORLD AND THIS IS THE PLACE THEY HAVE CHOSEN TO GO MAD IN
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