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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413339" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sword</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE FORGING OF THE SWORD.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the forging of the Sword--<br>The mountain roots were stirr'd,<br>Like the heart-beats of a bird;<br>Like flax the tall trees wav'd,<br>So fiercely struck the Forgers of the Sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the forging of the Sword--<br>So loud the hammers fell,<br>The thrice seal'd gates of Hell,<br>Burst wide their glowing jaws;<br>Deep roaring, at the forging of the Sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the forging of the Sword--<br>Kind mother Earth was rent,<br>Like an Arab's dusky tent,<br>And monster-like she fed--<br>On her children; at the forging of the Sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the forging of the Sword--<br>So loud the blows they gave,<br>Up sprang the panting wave;<br>And blind and furious slew,<br>Shrill-shouting to the Forgers of the Sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the forging of the Sword--<br>The startled air swift whirl'd<br>The red flames round the world,<br>From the Anvil where was smitten,<br>The steel, the Forgers wrought into the Sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the forging of the Sword--<br>The Maid and Matron fled,<br>And hid them with the dead;<br>Fierce prophets sang their doom,<br>More deadly, than the wounding of the Sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the forging of the Sword--<br>Swift leap'd the quiet hearts,<br>In the meadows and the marts;<br>The tides of men were drawn,<br>By the gleaming sickle-planet of the Sword!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus wert thou forged, O lissome sword;<br>On such dusk anvil wert thou wrought;<br>In such red flames thy metal fused!<br>From such deep hells that metal brought;<br>O sword, dread lord, thou speak'st no word,<br>But dumbly rul'st, king and lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Less than the Gods by some small span,<br>Slim sword, how great thy lieges be!<br>Glint but in _one_ wild camp-fire's light,<br>Thy God-like vassals rush to thee.<br>O sword, dread lord, thou speak'st no word,<br>But dumbly rul'st, king and lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sharp, God, how vast thy altars be!<br>Green vallies, sacrificial cups,<br>Flow with the purple lees of blood;<br>Its smoke is round the mountain tops.<br>O sword, dread lord, thou speak'st no word,<br>But dumbly rul'st, king and lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O amorous God, fierce lover thou!<br>Bright sultan of a million brides,<br>Thou know'st no rival to _thy_ kiss,<br>Thy loves are _thine_ whate're betides,<br>O sword, dread lord, thou speak'st no word,<br>But dumbly rul'st, king and lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unflesh thee, sword! No more, no more,<br>Thy steel no more shall sting and shine,<br>Pass thro' the fusing fires again;<br>And learn to prune the laughing vine.<br>Fall sword, dread lord, with one accord,<br>The plough and hook we'll own as lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</a><div class=q>
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At the forging of the Sword--
The mountain roots were stirr'd,
Like the heart-beats of a bird;
Like flax the tall trees wav'd,
So fiercely struck the Forgers of the Sword.

At the forging of the Sword--
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