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O who shall tell us of the truth of things	A
The day was ending blood red in the West	B
After a storm The sun had smelted down	C
As in a furnace all the clouds to gold	D
Upon a cart track by a pool of rain	E
Dumbly with calm eyes fixed upon the heavens	F
A toad sat thinking It was wretchedness	F
That gazed on majesty Ah who shall tell	G
The very truth of things the hidden law	H
Of pain and ugliness Byzantium bred	I
Growths of Augustuli Great Rome her crimes	F
As Earth breeds flowers the firmament its suns	F
And the toad too his crop of ulcerous sores	F
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The leaves turned purple on the vermeil trees	F
The rain lay like a mirror in the ruts	F
The dying sun shook his last banners out	J
Birds sang in whispers and the world grew dumb	K
With the hush of evening and forgetfulness	F
Then too the toad forgot himself and all	L
His daylight shame as he looked out bright eyed	M
Into the sweet face of the coming night	N
For who shall tell He too the accursed one	O
Dreamt of a blessing There is not a creature	P
On whom the infinite heaven hath not smiled	Q
Wildly and tenderly no thing impure	R
Monstrous deformed and hideous but he holds	F
The immensity of the starlight in his eyes	F
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A priest came by and saw the unholy thing	S
And with his foot even as his prayers he read	I
Trod it aside and shuddered and went on	T
A woman with a wild flower in her bosom	K
Came next and at the eye's light mirrored there	U
Aimed her umbrella point Now he was old	D
And she was beautiful Then home from school	V
Ran four boys with young faces like the dawn	W
I was a child was weak was pitiless''	F
Thus must each man relate who would begin	X
The true tale of his life A child hath all	L
Joy laughter mirth He is drunk with life's delight	N
Hope's day star breaketh in his innocent eyes	F
He hath a mother He is just a boy	Y
A little man who breathes the untrammelled air	U
Clean winded and clean limbed and he is free	Z
And the world loves him Why should he not then	A2
For lack of sorrow strike the sorrowful	B2
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The toad dragged down the deep track of the road	C2
It was the hour when from the hollows round	D2
Blue mists steal creeping low upon the fields	F
His wild heart sought the night Just then the children	O
Came on the fugitive and all together	P
Cried Let us kill him We will punish him	E2
For being so ugly '' And at the word they laughed	F2
For children laugh when they do murder Then	A2
They thrust at him with sticks and where the eye	G2
Bulged from its socket made a ghastlier wound	D2
Opening his sores The passers by looked on	T
And they too laughed And then the night fell down	C
Black on the blackness of his martyrdom	K
Who was so dumb And when the blood flowed out	J
It was horrible blood And he was horrible	B2
That was his crime And still along the lane	E
The creature sprawled One foot had been shorn away	H2
By a child's spade and at each new blow aimed	I2
Its jaws foamed blood poor damn d suffering thing	S
Which even when the sun had soothed its hide	M
Had skulked in holes And the children mocked the more	J2
Wretch Would you spit at us '' O strange child's heart	K2
What rage is thine to pluck thus at the robe	L2
Of misery and taunt it with its pain	E
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And so from clod to clod from briar to briar	P
But breathing still in his dull fear he fled	I
Seeking a shelter from their tyrannous eyes	F
So mean a thing it seemed Death shrank from him	E2
Refusing aid of his all pitying scythe	M2
And the children followed on with rushes noosed	I
To take him but he slipped between their hands	F
And fell so chanced it where the rut gaped deepest	I
Into a mire of mud cool hiding place	F
It was and refuge for his mangled limbs	F
And there he quaking lay The anointing slime	N2
Soothed his hurt body like a sacrament	I
An extreme unction for his utter need	I
Nor yet was safety won The children's eyes	F
Abominable eyes were on him still	O2
With their hard mirth Is there no stone '' they cried	I
To end him with Here Jeremiah Jim	E2
Lend us a hand '' And willing hands were lent	I
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Once more O child of Man I ask it Say	H2
What is the goal of thy desire What aim	P2
Is thine What target wouldst thou hit What win	X
Say Is it death or life The stone was brought	I
A ponderous mass broad as a paving flag	Q2
But light in his young hands that bore it in	X
Pride giving strength to lift and the lust to kill	O2
You shall see what this will do '' the young giant cried	I
And all stood near expectant of the end	I
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And then a new thing happened a new chance	F
A coster's dray drawn by an ancient ass	F
Passed down the lane With creaking wheels it came	P2
And slow harsh jolts in the ruts The ass was lean	R2
And stiff with age spavined with foundered feet	I
And dead to blows which rained on his dull hide	I
Each step he stumbled He was near his home	S2
After a long day's labour in the field	I
And began to scent his stable while the cart	I
Lagged in the ruts or with shafts forward thrown	T2
Pressed his galled sides and thrust its load on him	E2
At the downward slope where the lane left the hill	O2
More than his strength A mist was in his eyes	F
And that dull stupor which foreshadows death	U2
Thus the cart moved its driver cursing loud	I
Its driven dumb while the whip cracked in time	N2
The ass was in his dreams beyond our thought	I
Plunged in those depths of soul where no man strays	F
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And the children heard the cart upon the road	I
It gave them a new thought And Stop '' they cried	I
Let the stone be We shall have better sport	I
Here with the wheels This ass will do the thing ''	-
And they stood aside and watched what next should come	K
And the cart drew near its wheels sunk in the rut	I
Where the toad lay the ass with his dull eyes	F
Fixed on the path before him his head down	C
Nosing the ground in apathy of thought	I
And the ass stopped He the sad slave of pain	E
Had seen the vision of a sadder slave	V2
Needing his pity and being as it were the judge	W2
To save or slay he had been moved to grace	F
He had seen and understood And gathering up	X2
In a single act supreme of his poor weakness	F
All that remained to him of combative pride	I
He made the grand refusal mastering	S
By his last strength the load which pressed on him	E2
With terrible connivance of the hill	O2
And wrenched the cart wheel from its track of doom	Y2
Spite of his tyrant's voice of blasphemy	Z
And its mad curses and his own huge pain	E
And so the victory won passed on his road	I
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Then also was it that that child with the stone	T2
He who now tells this story from his hands	F
Let the flag drop A voice had cried to him	E2
Too loud for denial Fool Be merciful ''	-
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O wisdom of the witless Law of pity	Z
Loud on the lips of pain Nature's pure light	I
Lightening the darkness of Man's gulfs of crime	N2
Lessons of courage taught by coward hearts	F
Of joy by the joyless Eyes that cannot weep	Z2
Pleading with grief and pointing consolation	O
The eloquent call of one poor damn d soul	A3
Preaching to souls elect the beast to man	B3
Know this hours are there twilight hours of grace	F
When be he what he may beast bird or slave	V2
Each living thing gets glimpses of God's heaven	O
And knows himself own brother to the stars	F
Being one with these in ancestry of love	C3
Kindred in kindness Learn that this poor ass	F
Facing his pain rather than add to pain	E
Was master of his soul in verier deed	I
Than Socrates was saint than Plato sage	D3
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Who is the teacher here O man of mind	I
Wouldst thou touch truth The true truth in thee lies	F
Thy lack of light Nay kneel weep pray believe	E3
Grovel on the Earth She shall thy teacher be	Z
A corner of their Heaven thou too shalt win	X
When thou art dust with these Then shalt thou too	I
Get glimpses of their world's ingenuous dawn	W
And purchase back thy soul's lost purity	Z
The love that casts out fear and conquers pain	E
The link which binds its weak ones with its strong	F3
And equals all in one divine accord	I
The unknowing ass with the all knowing God	I

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

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