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I	A
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Dead	B
And the Muses cried with a stormy cry	A
'Send them no more for evermore	C
Let the people die '	-
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II	A
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Dead	B
'Is it he then brought so low '	-
And a careless people flock'd from the fields	D
With a purse to pay for the show	E
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III	A
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Dead who had served his time	F
Was one of the people's kings	G
Had labour'd in lifting them out of slime	F
And showing them souls have wings	G
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IV	H
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Dumb on the winter heath he lay	I
His friends had stript him bare	J
And roll'd his nakedness everyway	K
That all the crowd might stare	J
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V	H
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A storm worn signpost not to be read	B
And a tree with a moulder'd nest	L
On its barkless bones stood stark by the dead	B
And behind him low in the West	L
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VI	H
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With shifting ladders of shadow and light	M
And blurr'd in colour and form	N
The sun hung over the gates of Night	M
And glared at a coming storm	N
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VII	H
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Then glided a vulturous Beldam forth	O
That on dumb death had thriven	P
They call'd her 'Reverence' here upon earth	Q
And 'The Curse of the Prophet' in Heaven	P
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VIII	H
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She knelt 'We worship him' all but wept	R
'So great so noble was he '	-
She clear'd her sight she arose she swept	R
The dust of earth from her knee	P
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IX	G
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'Great for he spoke and the people heard	S
And his eloquence caught like a flame	T
From zone to zone of the world till his Word	S
Had won him a noble name	T
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X	G
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Noble he sung and the sweet sound ran	P
Thro' palace and cottage door	C
For he touch'd on the whole sad planet of man	P
The kings and the rich and the poor	U
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XI	G
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And he sung not alone of an old sun set	V
But a sun coming up in his youth	W
Great and noble O yes but yet	V
For man is a lover of Truth	W
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XII	G
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And bound to follow wherever she go	E
Stark naked and up or down	P
Thro' her high hill passes of stainless snow	E
Or the foulest sewer of the town	P
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XIII	G
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Noble and great O ay but then	P
Tho' a prophet should have his due	X
Was he noblier fashion'd than other men	P
Shall we see to it I and you	X
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XIV	H
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For since he would sit on a Prophet's seat	Y
As a lord of the Human soul	Z
We needs must scan him from head to feet	Y
Were it but for a wart or a mole '	-
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XV	H
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His wife and his child stood by him in tears	G
But she she push'd them aside	A2
'Tho' a name may last for a thousand years	G
Yet a truth is a truth ' she cried	A2
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XVI	H
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And she that had haunted his pathway still	B2
Had often truckled and cower'd	A2
When he rose in his wrath and had yielded her will	B2
To the master as overpower'd	A2
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XVII	H
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She tumbled his helpless corpse about	A2
'Small blemish upon the skin	P
But I think we know what is fair without	A2
Is often as foul within '	-
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XVIII	H
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She crouch'd she tore him part from part	A2
And out of his body she drew	X
The red 'Blood eagle' of liver and heart	A2
She held them up to the view	X
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XIX	G
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She gabbled as she groped in the dead	A2
And all the people were pleased	A2
'See what a little heart ' she said	A2
'And the liver is half diseased '	-
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XX	G
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She tore the Prophet after death	C2
And the people paid her well	D2
Lightnings flicker'd along the heath	E2
One shriek'd 'The fires of Hell '	-

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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