O, stop your ringing and let me be- You'll ring Old Goodman1 out of the sea, Old Goodman's Farm is rank sea-sand, But it shall turn to rich plough-land O, Fairfield Church is water-bound O, leave me walk on Brookland Road, Low down-low down! Where the liddle green lanterns shine- THE SACK OF THE GODS STRANGERS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we; I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged mete ors glow, Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! Earl Godwin of the Goodwin Sands? Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns begin, When the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods come in. Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes He opens the eyes that are blind with hate he joins the hands of foes. Dust of the stars was under our feet, glitter of stars aboveWrecks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and we spurned and we strove. Worlds upon worlds we tossed aside, and scattered them to and fro, The night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! They are forgiven as they forgive all those dark wounds and deep, Their beds are made on the Lap of Time and they lie down and sleep. They are forgiven as they forgive all those old wounds that bleed. They shut their eyes from their worshippers; they sleep till the world has need. She with the star I had marked for my own-I with desire my set Lost in the loom of the Night of Nights-lighted by worlds afire Met in a war against the Gods where the headlong meteors glow, Hewing our way to Valhalla, a million years ago! They will come back—come back again, as long as the red Earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squan der souls? THE KINGDOM NOW we are come to our Kingdom, Now we are come to our Kingdom ! Now we are come to our Kingdom, And the Crown is ours to take— With a naked sword at the Council board, And under the throne the snake. Now we are come to our Kingdom ! Now we are come to our Kingdom, And the Realm is ours by right, With shame and fear for our daily cheer, And heaviness at night. Now we are come to our Kingdom! Now we are come to our Kingdom, But my love's eyelids fall. All that I wrought for, all that I fought for, Delight her nothing at all. My crown is of withered leaves, For she sits in the dust and grieves. Now we are come to our Kingdom! TARRANT MOSS I CLOSED and drew for my love's sake And I slew the Reiver of Tarrant Moss They have gone down, they have gone down, They are standing all arow Twenty knights in the peat-water, That never struck a blow! Their armour shall not dull nor rust, Their flesh shall not decay, For Tarrant Moss holds them in trust, Until the Judgment Day. Their soul went from them in their youth, Whenas I leaned on my love's truth And not on my sword alone! Whenas I leaned on lad's belief And not on my naked blade And I slew a thief, and an honest thief, They have laid the Reiver low in his place, But the twenty knights in the peat-water And ever they give me gold and praise And ever I mourn my loss For I struck the blow for my false love's sake And not for the Men of the Moss! SIR RICHARD'S SONG (A. D. 1066) [FOLLOWED my Duke ere I was a lover, To take from England fief and fee; But now this game is the other way overBut now England hath taken me! I had my horse, my shield and banner, As for my Father in his tower, As for my Mother in her bower, As for my Brother in Rouen City, As for my little Sister waiting In the pleasant orchards of Normandie, Tell her youth is the time for mating— Tell her England hath taken me! |