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Set in this stormy Northern sea	A
Queen of these restless fields of tide	B
England what shall men say of thee	A
Before whose feet the worlds divide	B
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The earth a brittle globe of glass	C
Lies in the hollow of thy hand	D
And through its heart of crystal pass	C
Like shadows through a twilight land	D
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The spears of crimson suited war	E
The long white crested waves of fight	F
And all the deadly fires which are	G
The torches of the lords of Night	F
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The yellow leopards strained and lean	H
The treacherous Russian knows so well	I
With gaping blackened jaws are seen	H
Leap through the hail of screaming shell	I
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The strong sea lion of England's wars	J
Hath left his sapphire cave of sea	A
To battle with the storm that mars	K
The stars of England's chivalry	A
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The brazen throated clarion blows	L
Across the Pathan's reedy fen	M
And the high steeps of Indian snows	L
Shake to the tread of armed men	M
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And many an Afghan chief who lies	N
Beneath his cool pomegranate trees	O
Clutches his sword in fierce surmise	N
When on the mountain side he sees	O
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The fleet foot Marri scout who comes	P
To tell how he hath heard afar	G
The measured roll of English drums	P
Beat at the gates of Kandahar	G
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For southern wind and east wind meet	Q
Where girt and crowned by sword and fire	R
England with bare and bloody feet	Q
Climbs the steep road of wide empire	R
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O lonely Himalayan height	F
Grey pillar of the Indian sky	S
Where saw'st thou last in clanging flight	F
Our winged dogs of Victory	A
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The almond groves of Samarcand	F
Bokhara where red lilies blow	T
And Oxus by whose yellow sand	F
The grave white turbaned merchants go	T
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And on from thence to Ispahan	M
The gilded garden of the sun	M
Whence the long dusty caravan	M
Brings cedar wood and vermilion	M
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And that dread city of Cabool	T
Set at the mountain's scarped feet	F
Whose marble tanks are ever full	T
With water for the noonday heat	F
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Where through the narrow straight Bazaar	G
A little maid Circassian	M
Is led a present from the Czar	G
Unto some old and bearded khan	M
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Here have our wild war eagles flown	M
And flapped wide wings in fiery fight	F
But the sad dove that sits alone	M
In England she hath no delight	F
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In vain the laughing girl will lean	M
To greet her love with love lit eyes	N
Down in some treacherous black ravine	M
Clutching his flag the dead boy lies	N
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And many a moon and sun will see	A
The lingering wistful children wait	F
To climb upon their father's knee	A
And in each house made desolate	F
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Pale women who have lost their lord	F
Will kiss the relics of the slain	M
Some tarnished epaulette some sword	F
Poor toys to soothe such anguished pain	M
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For not in quiet English fields	U
Are these our brothers lain to rest	F
Where we might deck their broken shields	U
With all the flowers the dead love best	F
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For some are by the Delhi walls	V
And many in the Afghan land	F
And many where the Ganges falls	V
Through seven mouths of shifting sand	F
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And some in Russian waters lie	T
And others in the seas which are	G
The portals to the East or by	T
The wind swept heights of Trafalgar	R
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O wandering graves O restless sleep	W
O silence of the sunless day	F
O still ravine O stormy deep	W
Give up your prey Give up your prey	F
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And thou whose wounds are never healed	F
Whose weary race is never won	M
O Cromwell's England must thou yield	F
For every inch of ground a son	M
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Go crown with thorns thy gold crowned head	F
Change thy glad song to song of pain	M
Wind and wild wave have got thy dead	F
And will not yield them back again	M
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Wave and wild wind and foreign shore	E
Possess the flower of English land	F
Lips that thy lips shall kiss no more	E
Hands that shall never clasp thy hand	F
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What profit now that we have bound	F
The whole round world with nets of gold	F
If hidden in our heart is found	F
The care that groweth never old	F
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What profit that our galleys ride	F
Pine forest like on every main	M
Ruin and wreck are at our side	F
Grim warders of the House of Pain	M
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Where are the brave the strong the fleet	F
Where is our English chivalry	A
Wild grasses are their burial sheet	F
And sobbing waves their threnody	F
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O loved ones lying far away	F
What word of love can dead lips send	F
O wasted dust O senseless clay	F
Is this the end is this the end	F
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Peace peace we wrong the noble dead	F
To vex their solemn slumber so	T
Though childless and with thorn crowned head	F
Up the steep road must England go	T
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Yet when this fiery web is spun	M
Her watchmen shall descry from far	G
The young Republic like a sun	M
Rise from these crimson seas of war	E

Oscar Fingal O'flahertie Wills Wilde

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