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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Barbury Camp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We burrowed night and day with tools of lead,<br>Heaped the bank up and cast it in a ring<br>And hurled the earth above. And Caesar said,<br>&quot;Why, it is excellent. I like the thing.&quot;<br>We, who are dead, <br>Made it, and wrought, and Caesar liked the thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here we strove, and here we felt each vein<br>Ice-bound, each limb fast-frozen, all night long.<br>And here we held communion with the rain<br>That lashed us into manhood with its thong,<br>Cleansing through pain.<br>And the wind visited us and made us strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up from around us, numbers without name,<br>Strong men and naked, vast, on either hand<br>Pressing us in, they came. And the wind came<br>And bitter rain, turning grey all the land.<br>That was our game,<br>To fight with men and storms, and it was grand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For many days we fought them, and our sweat<br>Watered the grass, making it spring up green,<br>Blooming for us. And, if the wind was wet,<br>Our blood wetted the wind, making it keen<br>With the hatred<br>And wrath and courage that our blood had been.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, fighting men and winds and tempests, hot<br>With joy and hate and battle-lust, we fell<br>Where we fought. And God said, &quot;Killed at last then? What!<br>Ye that are too strong for heaven, too clean for hell,<br>(God said) stir not.<br>This be your heaven, or, if ye will, your hell.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So again we fight and wrestle, and again<br>Hurl the earth up and cast it in a ring.<br>But when the wind comes up, driving the rain<br>(Each rain-drop a fiery steed), and the mists rolling<br>Up from the plain,<br>This wild procession, this impetuous thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hold us amazed. We mount the wind-cars, then<br>Whip up the steeds and drive through all the world,<br>Searching to find somewhere some brethren,<br>Sons of the winds and waters of the world.<br>We, who were men,<br>Have sought, and found no men in all this world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wind, that has blown here always ceaselessly,<br>Bringing, if any man can understand,<br>Might to the mighty, freedom to the free;<br>Wind, that has caught us, cleansed us, made us grand,<br>Wind that is we<br>(We that were men) -- make men in all this land,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That so may live and wrestle and hate that when<br>They fall at last exultant, as we fell,<br>And come to God, God may say, &quot;Do you come then<br>Mildly enquiring, is it heaven or hell?<br>Why! Ye were men!<br>Back to your winds and rains. Be these your heaven and hell!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Hamilton+Sorley">Charles Hamilton Sorley</a><div class=q>
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Heaped the bank up and cast it in a ring
And hurled the earth above. And Caesar said,
&quot;Why, it is excellent. I like the thing.&quot;
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