Τ' THE RUN OF THE DOWNS HE Weald is good, the Downs are best- They were once and they are still, Firle, Mount Caburn and Mount Harry Ditchling Beacon and Chanctonbury Ring, And what those two have missed between 'em And when you end on the Hampshire side- The Downs are sheep, the Weald is corn, I BROOKLAND ROAD WAS very well pleased with what I knowed, I reckoned myself no fool Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road, That turned me back to school. Low down-low down! Where the liddle green lanterns shine- 'Twas right in the middest of a hot June night, With thunder duntin' round, And I see'd her face by the fairy light She only smiled and she never spoke, But when she'd gone my heart was broke O, stop your ringing and let me be- You'll ring Old Goodman' out of the sea, 'Earl Godwin of the Goodwin Sands? Old Goodman's Farm is rank sea sand, O, Fairfield Church is water-bound O, leave me walk on the Brookland Road, Low down-low down! Where the liddle green lanterns shineO maids, I've done with 'ee all but one, And she can never be mine! THE SACK OF THE GODS TRANGERS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we; ST I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glow, Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago. 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 above Wrecks 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 my set desire 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 squander souls? |