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lie, When on their skulls the sword I swing falls shattering from the sky. The hour when death is like a light and blood is like a rose,-- You never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall love my foes. Know you what earth shall lose to-night, what rich, uncounted loans, What heavy gold of tales untold you bury with my bones? My loves in deep dim meadows, my ships that rode at ease, Ruffling the purple plumage of strange and secret seas. To see this fair earth as it is to me alone was given, The blow that breaks my brow to-night shall break the dome of heaven. The skies I saw, the trees I saw after no eyes shall see. To-night I die the death of God; the stars shall die with me: One sound shall sunder all the spears and break the trumpet's breath: You never laughed in all your life as I shall laugh in death. VII BALLADES BALLADE D'UNE GRANDE DAME Heaven shall forgive you Bridge at dawn, The clothes you wear--or do not wear-- And Ladies' Leap-frog on the lawn And dyes and drugs, and _petits verres._ Your vicious things shall melt in air ... ... But for the Virtuous Things you do, The Righteous Work, the Public Care, It shall not be forgiven you. Because you could not even yawn When your Committees would prepare To have the teeth of paupers drawn, Or strip the slums of Human Hair; Because a Doctor Otto Maehr Spoke of "a segregated few"-- And you sat smiling in your chair-- It shall not be forgiven you. Though your sins cried to---Father Vaughan, These desperate you could not spare Who steal, with nothing left to pawn; You caged a man up like a bear For ever in a jailor's care Because his sins were more than _two_ ... ... I know a house in Hoxton where It shall not be forgiven you. ENVOI Princess, you trapped a guileless Mayor To meet some people that you knew ... When the Last Trumpet rends the air It shall not be forgiven you. A BALLADE OF AN ANTI-PURITAN They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of Light and Mrs. Humphry Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have simply sat and snored-- I rose politely in the club And said, "I feel a little bored; Will someo
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