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The castle walls are full of eyes	A
And not a mouse may creep unseen	B
All the window slits are spies	A
And the towers stand sentinel	C
High above the gardens green	B
Not a lizard lurking close	D
In the brambles of the dell	E
Not a beetle as he goes	F
Toiling in the dust may tell	E
The least secret of his woes	F
To the idle butterflies	A
Not a privet moth may flit	G
But the castle looketh wise	A
But the old king knoweth it	G
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All day long the garden gates	H
Open stand for who will in	I
For the old king loveth well	E
The reek of human loves and hates	H
Most of all he loveth sin	I
All that sendeth souls to Hell	E
All that hath the earthy smell	E
Of a joy that soon shall die	J
And he sitteth there and saith	K
Every creature that hath breath	K
Goeth with the taint of death ''	-
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There he waiteth overhead	L
Spieth out what he may spy	J
Like an evil omened gled	L
From the morning till the night	L
There is nothing which doth move	M
There is nothing which can lie	J
Still and hidden out of sight	L
But he seeth it above	N
But he feeleth all the pleasure	O
Of its basking in the sun	P
And his wisdom taketh measure	O
Of the sorrow which shall come	Q
When the summer days are done	P
Life and love are quickly run	P
So he watcheth silently	R
Waiting till the end shall be	R
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There he sitteth at the dawn	S
When the world begins to rouse	T
And the daisies on the lawn	S
Open wide their stainless eyes	A
Then he feeleth as in pain	U
For the wrinkles on his brows	V
He doth envy the sunrise	A
That it maketh all things gay	W
And his jealous ear hath heard	L
The first piping of a bird	L
And he curseth at the day	W
But his curses are in vain	U
For the world grows young again	X
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From the shadow of the rocks	Y
Stealing out and stealing in	I
Creeps the hungry foot pad fox	Y
On the wild fowls nestled close	D
Then a weirdly smile and thin	I
Curleth on his lip and nose	F
As the red beast winds the flocks	Y
And there is an evil mirth	K
In the glitter of his eye	J
For the sun hath warmed the earth	K
And he seeth something stir	O
In the grass and then awake	Z
Turn and stretch her stealthily	R
And he hisseth at the snake	Z
As the heat unfoldeth her	O
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There he bideth through the noon	A2
While the pine tops clash together	O
Till deep silence like a tune	A2
Wrappeth all the earth and air	B2
And the old king dreamily	R
Noddeth his great heron feather	O
As he sitteth in his chair	B2
For sleep cometh upon all	R
Rock and castle flower and tree	R
And the turrets wave and quiver	O
And the battlemented wall	R
Bendeth in the haze of noon	A2
And the fir cones one by one	P
Split like thunder in the heat	L
And the old king hearing it	L
Saith It is the angry sun ''	-
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But as noontide slowly wears	C2
From the hollows underneath	K
Solemn ravens cross in pairs	C2
Drop a hollow croak and pass	D2
Which the king who listeneth	K
Readeth for the name of Death	K
And he mocketh at the sound	L
Croaketh back a croak as hoarse	E2
For he knoweth they are bound	L
To the dell where on the grass	D2
There is that which was a corse	E2
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Suddenly a merry noise	F2
In the garden makes him glad	L
For he knoweth well what joys	F2
Noise and merriment shall bring	G2
They are children come to tread	L
The young daisies on the head	L
And he loveth well their play	R
For they take the butterflies	A
And they tear them wing from wing	G2
And the old king looketh wise	A
At the footstep on the bed	L
And the broken myrtle spray	R
And he readeth all the lies	A
Which their innocence shall tell	R
Well it pleaseth him such eyes	A
Should have learned the speech of Hell	R
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But at evening lovers walk	H2
Underneath the ilex trees	I2
And the king hath heard their talk	H2
And the vows which they have spoken	P
And he knoweth too the tale	R
Of the vows which they have broken	P
And the name and history	R
And the secret which doth lie	R
Underneath their smiling pale	R
And the hidden tale of sorrow	J2
Of the maiden as she goes	F
And the pleasures she doth borrow	J2
That her grief may learn to die	R
And he laugheth at her woes	F
As his red eye reads the scrawl	R
Love once wrote upon the wall	R
Love grown cold whose tasting is	K2
Like the last lees of a kiss	L2
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Thus he sitteth till the sun	P
Sendeth out long shadows slant	L
Till the fish tanks down beneath	K
Hidden lie in vapour dun	P
And the castle rising gaunt	L
Slowly stretcheth out its limbs	M2
Like a drowsy headed Hun	P
But when all is deep in shade	L
And the broad sun on the sea	R
Lieth on his flaming bed	L
Twisteth writheth in agony	R
Like a wizard fiery clad	L
Tortured and about to die	R
Then the old king goeth mad	L
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And he curseth loud thereat	L
Curseth at the setting sun	P
Curseth at the coming night	L
Curseth at the flitting bat	L
And the stars which cannot see	R
Curseth at the pale moonrise	R
And her solemn mockery	R
Of a daylight which is done	P
Thinketh though he should curse the skies	R
Every hour till night is gone	S
Naught his curses may devise	R
For the pale moon's sorceries	R
Or the darkness which shall be	R
This the thought which tortureth him	N2
That for all he watcheth close	R
Though his eyes be bright alway	O2
And for all that he is king	G2
All the knowledge of all he knows	R
Telleth not what night may bring	G2
Telleth not what steps may stray	R
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Then he sendeth forth a scout	L
Biddeth shut the garden gate	L
And there is a sudden rout	L
Of the children and the lovers	R
Whom the warder's eye discovers	R
In the twilight lurking late	L
Lovers who are loath to part	L
But their prayers avail them not	L
And the maiden's witching pout	L
Cannot melt the warder's heart	L
Straightway he hath turned them out	L
For along the castle wall	R
Go the archers stout and tall	R
And the king who sitteth still	R
In the darkness of the tower	O
Waiteth till the seneschal	R
With his stalwart serving men	X
Bear him out against his will	R
In his chair while curses shower	O
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To the banquet he is borne	P2
While the cracked bell tolleth slow	R
And the king doth beat his breast	L
Slowly to that chime forlorn	P2
Beateth on his beard of snow	R
First in anger then in jest	L
First in mirth and then in scorn	P2
Singeth low Ring bravely bell	R
For thy voice is loud and dry	R
Such a tongue as thine is good	L
To out talk the chimes of Hell	R
Laugh we bravely thou and I	R
While the world is in laughing mood	L
We may live to laugh its knell ''	-