<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507134" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Outlaws</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Owls: they whinney down the night,<br>Bats go zigzag by.<br>Ambushed in shadow out of sight<br>The outlaws lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old gods, shrunk to shadows, there<br>In the wet woods they lurk,<br>Greedy of human stuff to snare<br>In webs of murk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look up, else your eye must drown<br>In a moving sea of black<br>Between the tree-tops, upside down<br>Goes the sky-track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look up, else your feet will stray<br>Towards that dim ambuscade,<br>Where spider-like they catch their prey<br>In nets of shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For though creeds whirl away in dust,<br>Faith fails and men forget,<br>These aged gods of fright and lust<br>Cling to life yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old gods almost dead, malign,<br>Starved of their ancient dues,<br>Incense and fruit, fire, blood and wine<br>And an unclean muse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Banished to woods and a sickly moon,<br>Shrunk to mere bogey things,<br>Who spoke with thunder once at noon<br>To prostrate kings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With thunder from an open sky<br>To peasant, tyrant, priest,<br>Bowing in fear with a dazzled eye<br>Towards the East.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Proud gods, humbled, sunk so low,<br>Living with ghosts and ghouls,<br>And ghosts of ghosts and last year's snow<br>And dead toadstools.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Graves">Robert Graves</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507134" data-title="Outlaws de Robert Graves" data-description="Owls: they whinney down the night, Bats go zigzag by. Ambushed in shadow out of sight The outlaws lie. Old gods, shrunk to shadows, there In the wet woods they lurk, Greedy of human stuff to snare In webs of murk. Look up, else your eye must dro..."></div> </div> </div>

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