(THE LATEST SCHOOL)
See the flying French depart
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I Cut a staff in a churchyard copse,
I clad myself in ragged things,
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Name not his deed: in shuddering and in haste
We dragged him darkly o'er the windy fell:
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Dark the sea was: but I saw him,
One great head with goggle eyes,
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Five kings rule o'er the Amorite,
Mighty as fear and old as night;
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My eyes are full of lonely mirth:
Reeling with want and worn with scars,
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The vision of a haloed host
That weep around an empty throne;
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I plod and peer amid mean sounds and shapes,
I hunt for dusty gain and dreary praise,
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I dreamed a dream of heaven, white as frost,
The splendid stillness of a living host;
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Witness all: that unrepenting,
Feathers flying, music high,
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A wan new garment of young green
Touched, as you turned your soft brown hair
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You that have snarled through the ages, take your answer and go--
I know your hoary question, the riddle that all men know.
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The still sweet meadows shimmered: and I stood
And cursed them, bloom of hedge and bird of tree,
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A mountainous and mystic brute
No rein can curb, no arrow shoot,
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Priest, is any song-bird stricken?
Is one leaf less on the tree?
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Before the grass grew over me,
I knew one good man through and through,
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'What of vile dust?' the preacher said.
Methought the whole world woke,
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To teach the grey earth like a child,
To bid the heavens repent,
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If the stars fell; night's nameless dreams
Of bliss and blasphemy came true,
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The wasting thistle whitens on my crest,
The barren grasses blow upon my spear,
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The World is ours till sunset,
Holly and fire and snow;
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I saw an old man like a child,
His blue eyes bright, his white hair wild,
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This is the weird of a world-old folk,
That not till the last link breaks,
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A wan sky greener than the lawn,
A wan lawn paler than the sky.
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Laugh your best, O blazoned forests,
Me ye shall not shift or shame
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All round they murmur, 'O profane,
Keep thy heart's secret hid as gold';
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A bird flew out at the break of day
From the nest where it had curled,
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We came behind him by the wall,
My brethren drew their brands,
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Between a meadow and a cloud that sped
In rain and twilight, in desire and fear.
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All day the nations climb and crawl and pray
In one long pilgrimage to one white shrine,
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