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There was a strife 'twixt man and maid	A
Oh that was at the birth of time	B
But what befell 'twixt man and maid	A
Oh that's beyond the grip of rhyme	B
'Twas quot Sweet I must not bide with you quot	A
And quot Love I cannot bide alone quot	A
For both were young and both were true	C
And both were hard as the nether stone	D
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Beware the man who's crossed in love	E
For pent up steam must find its vent	A
Stand back when he is on the move	F
And lend him all the Continent	A
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Your patience Sirs The Devil took me up	G
To the burned mountain over Sicily	H
Fit place for me and thence I saw my Earth	I
Not all Earth's splendour 'twas beyond my need	A
And that one spot I love all Earth to me	H
And her I love my Heaven What said I	J
My love was safe from all the powers of Hell	K
For you e'en you acquit her of my guilt	A
But Sula nestling by our sail specked sea	H
My city child of mine my heart my home	L
Mine and my pride evil might visit there	M
It was for Sula and her naked port	A
Prey to the galleys of the Algerine	D
Our city Sula that I drove my price	N
For love of Sula and for love of her	O
The twain were woven gold on sackcloth twined	A
Past any sundering till God shall judge	P
The evil and the good	A
Now it is not good for the Christian's health to hustle the Aryan	D
brown	D
For the Christian riles and the Aryan smiles and he weareth the	Q
Christian down	D
And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of	E
the late deceased	A
And the epitaph drear quot A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the	Q
East quot	A
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There is pleasure in the wet wet clay	R
When the artist's hand is potting it	A
There is pleasure in the wet wet lay	R
When the poet's pad is blotting it	A
There is pleasure in the shine of your picture on the line	D
At the Royal Acade my	J
But the pleasure felt in these is as chalk to Cheddar cheese	S
When it comes to a well made Lie	J
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To a quite unwreckable Lie	J
To a most impeccable Lie	J
To a water right fire proof angle iron sunk hinge time lock	T
steel faced Lie	J
Not a private handsome Lie	J
But a pair and brougham Lie	J
Not a little place at Tooting but a country house with shooting	U
And a ring fence deer park Lie	J
	-
When a lover hies abroad	A
Looking for his love	E
Azrael smiling sheathes his sword	A
Heaven smiles above	E
Earth and sea	H
His servants be	H
And to lesser compass round	A
That his love be sooner found	A
	-
We meet in an evil land	A
That is near to the gates of Hell	K
I wait for thy command	A
To serve to speed or withstand	A
And thou sayest I do not well	K
	-
Oh Love the flowers so red	A
Are only tongues of flame	V
The earth is full of the dead	A
The new killed restless dead	A
There is danger beneath and o'erhead	A
And I guard thy gates in fear	W
Of words thou canst not hear	X
Of peril and jeopardy	A
Of signs thou canst not see	A
And thou sayest 'tis ill that I came	V
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This I saw when the rites were done	D
And the lamps were dead and the Gods alone	D
And the grey snake coiled on the altar stone	D
Ere I fled from a Fear that I could not see	A
And the Gods of the East made mouths at me	A
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Beat off in our last fight were we	A
The greater need to seek the sea	A
For Fortune changeth as the moon	D
To caravel and picaroon	D
Then Eastward Ho or Westward Ho	Y
Whichever wind may meetest blow	Y
Our quarry sails on either sea	A
Fat prey for such bold lads as we	A
And every sun dried buccaneer	X
Must hand and reef and watch and steer	W
And bear great wrath of sea and sky	J
Before the plate ships wallow by	J
Now as our tall bows take the foam	L
Let no man turn his heart to home	L
Save to desire plunder more	Z
And larger warehouse for his store	Z
When treasure won from Santos Bay	R
Shall make our sea washed village gay	R
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Because I sought it far from men	D
In deserts and alone	D
I found it burning overhead	A
The jewel of a Throne	D
	-
Because I sought I sought it so	Y
And spent my days to find	A
It blazed one moment ere it left	A
The blacker night behind	A
	-
We be the Gods of the East	A
Older than all	A2
Masters of Mourning and Feast	A
How shall we fall	A2
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Will they gape for the husks that ye proffer	O
Or yearn to your song	B2
And we have we nothing to offer	O
Who ruled them so long	B2
In the fume of incense the clash of the cymbals the blare of	E
the conch and the gong	B2
Over the strife of the schools	C2
Low the day burns	D2
Back with the kine from the pools	C2
Each one returns	D2
To the life that he knows where the altar flame glows and the	Q
tulsi is trimmed in the urns	D2

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