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Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square	A
And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair	A
A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away	B
Till he heard as the roar of a rain fed ford the roar of the Milky Way	B
Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease	C
And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys	D
quot Stand up stand up now Tomlinson and answer loud and high	E
The good that ye did for the sake of men or ever ye came to die	E
The good that ye did for the sake of men in little earth so lone quot	E
And the naked soul of Tomlinson grew white as a rain washed bone	F
quot O I have a friend on earth quot he said quot that was my priest and guide	E
And well would he answer all for me if he were by my side quot	E
quot For that ye strove in neighbour love it shall be written fair	A
But now ye wait at Heaven's Gate and not in Berkeley Square	A
Though we called your friend from his bed this night	E
he could not speak for you	G
For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two quot	E
Then Tomlinson looked up and down and little gain was there	A
For the naked stars grinned overhead and he saw that his soul was bare	A
The Wind that blows between the worlds it cut him like a knife	H
And Tomlinson took up his tale and spoke of his good in life	H
quot This I have read in a book quot he said quot and that was told to me	I
And this I have thought that another man thought of a Prince in Muscovy quot	E
The good souls flocked like homing doves and bade him clear the path	J
And Peter twirled the jangling keys in weariness and wrath	J
quot Ye have read ye have heard ye have thought quot he said	E
quot and the tale is yet to run	K
By the worth of the body that once ye had give answer what ha' ye done quot	E
Then Tomlinson looked back and forth and little good it bore	L
For the Darkness stayed at his shoulder blade and Heaven's Gate before	L
quot O this I have felt and this I have guessed and this I have heard men say	B
And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway quot	E
quot Ye have read ye have felt ye have guessed good lack	M
Ye have hampered Heaven's Gate	E
There's little room between the stars in idleness to prate	E
O none may reach by hired speech of neighbour priest and kin	N
Through borrowed deed to God's good meed that lies so fair within	N
Get hence get hence to the Lord of Wrong for doom has yet to run	K
And the faith that ye share with Berkeley Square uphold you Tomlinson quot	E
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The Spirit gripped him by the hair and sun by sun they fell	O
Till they came to the belt of Naughty Stars that rim the mouth of Hell	O
The first are red with pride and wrath the next are white with pain	P
But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again	Q
They may hold their path they may leave their path	J
with never a soul to mark	R
They may burn or freeze but they must not cease	C
in the Scorn of the Outer Dark	R
The Wind that blows between the worlds it nipped him to the bone	F
And he yearned to the flare of Hell Gate	E
there as the light of his own hearth stone	F
The Devil he sat behind the bars where the desperate legions drew	G
But he caught the hasting Tomlinson and would not let him through	G
quot Wot ye the price of good pit coal that I must pay quot said he	I
quot That ye rank yoursel' so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me	I
I am all o'er sib to Adam's breed that ye should give me scorn	S
For I strove with God for your First Father the day that he was born	S
Sit down sit down upon the slag and answer loud and high	E
The harm that ye did to the Sons of Men or ever you came to die quot	E
And Tomlinson looked up and up and saw against the night	E
The belly of a tortured star blood red in Hell Mouth light	E
And Tomlinson looked down and down and saw beneath his feet	E
The frontlet of a tortured star milk white in Hell Mouth heat	E
quot O I had a love on earth quot said he quot that kissed me to my fall	T
And if ye would call my love to me I know she would answer all quot	E
quot All that ye did in love forbid it shall be written fair	A
But now ye wait at Hell Mouth Gate and not in Berkeley Square	A
Though we whistled your love from her bed to night I trow she would not run	K
For the sin ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one quot	E
The Wind that blows between the worlds it cut him like a knife	H
And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his sin in life	H
quot Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at the grip of the Grave	U
And thrice I ha' patted my God on the head that men might call me brave quot	E
The Devil he blew on a brandered soul and set it aside to cool	V
quot Do ye think I would waste my good pit coal on the hide of a brain sick fool	V
I see no worth in the hobnailed mirth or the jolthead jest ye did	E
That I should waken my gentlemen that are sleeping three on a grid quot	E
Then Tomlinson looked back and forth and there was little grace	W
For Hell Gate filled the houseless Soul with the Fear of Naked Space	W
quot Nay this I ha' heard quot quo' Tomlinson quot and this was noised abroad	E
And this I ha' got from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord quot	E
quot Ye ha' heard ye ha' read ye ha' got good lack	M
and the tale begins afresh	X
Have ye sinned one sin for the pride o' the eye	E
or the sinful lust of the flesh quot	E
Then Tomlinson he gripped the bars and yammered quot Let me in	N
For I mind that I borrowed my neighbour's wife to sin the deadly sin quot	E
The Devil he grinned behind the bars and banked the fires high	E
quot Did ye read of that sin in a book quot said he and Tomlinson said quot Ay quot	E
The Devil he blew upon his nails and the little devils ran	Y
And he said quot Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man	Y
Winnow him out 'twixt star and star and sieve his proper worth	Z
There's sore decline in Adam's line if this be spawn of earth quot	E
Empusa's crew so naked new they may not face the fire	A2
But weep that they bin too small to sin to the height of their desire	A2
Over the coal they chased the Soul and racked it all abroad	E
As children rifle a caddis case or the raven's foolish hoard	E
And back they came with the tattered Thing as children after play	B
And they said quot The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away	B
We have threshed a stook of print and book and winnowed a chattering wind	E
And many a soul wherefrom he stole but his we cannot find	E
We have handled him we have dandled him we have seared him to the bone	F
And sure if tooth and nail show truth he has no soul of his own quot	E
The Devil he bowed his head on his breast and rumbled deep and low	B2
quot I'm all o'er sib to Adam's breed that I should bid him go	B2
Yet close we lie and deep we lie and if I gave him place	W
My gentlemen that are so proud would flout me to my face	W
They'd call my house a common stews and me a careless host	E
And I would not anger my gentlemen for the sake of a shiftless ghost quot	E
The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that prayed to feel the flame	C2
And he thought of Holy Charity but he thought of his own good name	C2
quot Now ye could haste my coal to waste and sit ye down to fry	E
Did ye think of that theft for yourself quot said he and Tomlinson said quot Ay quot	E
The Devil he blew an outward breath for his heart was free from care	A
quot Ye have scarce the soul of a louse quot he said	E
quot but the roots of sin are there	A
And for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone	F
But sinful pride has rule inside and mightier than my own	F
Honour and Wit fore damned they sit to each his priest and whore	L
Nay scarce I dare myself go there and you they'd torture sore	L
Ye are neither spirit nor spirk quot he said quot ye are neither book nor brute	E
Go get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Man's repute	E
I'm all o'er	A2

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