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' And that a reply be received before midnight '	A
British Ultimatum	B
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Their Day was at twelve of the night	C
When the graves give up their dead	D
And still from the City no light	C
Yellows the clouds overhead	D
Where the Admiral stands there's a star	E
But his column is lost in the gloom	F
For the brazen doors are ajar	E
And the Lion awakes and the doom	F
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He is not of a chosen race	G
His strength is the strength of the skies	H
In whose glory all nations have place	G
In whose downfall Liberty dies	H
He is mighty but he is just	I
He shall live to the end of years	J
He shall bring the proud to the dust	I
He shall raise the weak to the spheres	J
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It is night on the world's great mart	K
But the brooding hush is awake	L
With the march of a steady heart	K
That calls like the drum of Drake	L
Come And a muttering deep	M
As the pulse of the distant guns	N
Or the thunder before the leap	M
Thro' the rolling thoroughfare runs	N
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And the wounded men go by	O
Like thoughts in the Lion's brain	P
And the clouds lift on high	O
Like the slow waves of his mane	P
And the narrowing lids conceal	Q
The furnaces of his eyes	H
Their gold is gone out They reveal	Q
Only two search lights of steel	Q
Steadily sweeping the skies	H
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And we hoped he had peace in his lair	R
Where the bones of old tyrannies lay	S
And the skulls that his cubs have stripped bare	R
The old skulls they still toss in their play	S
But the tyrants are risen again	T
And the last light dies from their path	U
For the midnight of his mane	P
Lifts to the stars with his wrath	U
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From the East to the West he is crouching	V
He snuffs at the North East wind	W
His breast upon Britain is couching	V
His haunches quiver on Ind	W
It is night black night where he lies	H
But a kingdom and a fleet	W
Shall burn in his terrible eyes	H
When he leaps and the darkness dies	H
With the War gods under his feet	W
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Till the day when a little child	W
Shall lay but a hand on his mane	P
And his eyes grow golden and mild	W
And he stands in the heavens again	T
Till the day of the seventh seal	Q
Which the Lion alone shall rend	W
When the stars from their courses reel	Q
His Freedom shall not end	W

Alfred Noyes

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