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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511023" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Rhyme Of True Thomas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King has called for priest and cup,<br> The King has taken spur and blade<br>To dub True Thomas a belted knight,<br> And all for the sake o' the songs he made.<br> <br>They have sought him high, they have sought him low,<br> They have sought him over down and lea;<br>They have found him by the milk-white thorn<br> That guards the gates o' Faerie.<br> <br> 'Twas bent beneath and blue above,<br> Their eyes were held that they might not see<br> The kine that grazed beneath the knowes,<br> Oh, they were the Queens o' Faerie!<br> <br>"Now cease your song," the King he said,<br> "Oh, cease your song and get you dight<br>To vow your vow and watch your arms,<br> For I will dub you a belted knight.<br> <br>"For I will give you a horse o' pride,<br> Wi' blazon and spur and page and squire;<br>Wi' keep and tail and seizin and law,<br> And land to hold at your desire."<br> <br>True Thomas smiled above his harp,<br> And turned his face to the naked sky,<br>Where, blown before the wastrel wind,<br> The thistle-down she floated by.<br> <br>"I ha' vowed my vow in another place,<br> And bitter oath it was on me,<br>I ha' watched my arms the lee-long night,<br> Where five-score fighting men would flee.<br> <br>"My lance is tipped o' the hammered flame,<br> My shield is beat o' the moonlight cold;<br>And I won my spurs in the Middle World,<br> A thousand fathom beneath the mould.<br> <br>"And what should I make wi' a horse o' pride,<br> And what should I make wi' a sword so brown,<br>But spill the rings o' the Gentle Folk<br> And flyte my kin in the Fairy Town?<br> <br>"And what should I make wi' blazon and belt,<br> Wi' keep and tail and seizin and fee,<br>And what should I do wi' page and squire<br> That am a king in my own countrie?<br> <br>"For I send east and I send west,<br> And I send far as my will may flee,<br>By dawn and dusk and the drinking rain,<br> And syne my Sendings return to me.<br> <br>"They come wi' news of the groanin' earth,<br> They come wi' news o' the roarin' sea,<br>Wi' word of Spirit and Ghost and Flesh,<br> And man, that's mazed among the three."<br> <br>The King he bit his nether lip,<br> And smote his hand upon his knee:<br>"By the faith o' my soul, True Thomas," he said,<br> "Ye waste no wit in courtesie!<br> <br>"As I desire, unto my pride,<br> Can I make Earls by three and three,<br>To run before and ride behind<br> And serve the sons o' my body."<br> <br>"And what care I for your row-foot earls,<br> Or all the sons o' your body?<br>Before they win to the Pride o' Name,<br> I trow they all ask leave o' me.<br> <br>"For I make Honour wi' muckle mouth,<br> As I make Shame wi' mincin' feet,<br>To sing wi' the priests at the market-cross,<br> Or run wi' the dogs in the naked street.<br> <br>"And some they give me the good red gold,<br> And some they give me the white money,<br>And some they give me a clout o' meal,<br> For they be people o' low degree.<br> <br>"And the song I sing for the counted gold<br> The same I sing for the white money,<br>But best I sing for the clout o' meal<br> That simple people given me."<br> <br>The King cast down a silver groat,<br> A silver groat o' Scots money,<br>"If I come wi' a poor man's dole," he said,<br> "True Thomas, will ye harp to me?"<br> <br>"Whenas I harp to the children small,<br> They press me close on either hand.<br>And who are you," True Thomas said,<br> "That you should ride while they must stand?<br> <br>"Light down, light down from your horse o' pride,<br> I trow ye talk too loud and hie,<br>And I will make you a triple word,<br> And syne, if ye dare, ye shall 'noble me."<br> <br>He has lighted down from his horse o' pride,<br> And set his back against the stone.<br>"Now guard you well," True Thomas said,<br> "Ere I rax your heart from your breast-bone!"<br> <br>True Thomas played upon his harp,<br> The fairy harp that couldna lee,<br>And the first least word the proud King heard,<br> It harpit the salt tear out o' his ee.<br> <br>"Oh, I see the love that I lost long syne,<br> I touch the hope that I may not see,<br>And all that I did o' hidden shame,<br> Like little snakes they hiss at me.<br> <br>"The sun is lost at noon -- at noon!<br> The dread o' doom has grippit me.<br>True Thomas, hide me under your cloak,<br> God wot, I'm little fit to dee!"<br> <br> 'Twas bent beneath and blue above --<br> 'Twas open field and running flood --<br> Where, hot on heath and dike and wall,<br> The high sun warmed the adder's brood.<br> <br>"Lie down, lie down," True Thomas said.<br> "The God shall judge when all is done.<br>But I will bring you a better word<br> And lift the cloud that I laid on."<br> <br>True Thomas played upon his harp,<br> That birled and brattled to his hand,<br>And the next least word True Thomas made,<br> It garred the King take horse and brand.<br> <br>"Oh, I hear the tread o' the fighting men,<br> I see the sun on splent and spear.<br>I mark the arrow outen the fern<br> That flies so low and sings so clear!<br> <br>"Advance my standards to that war,<br> And bid my good knights prick and ride;<br>The gled shall watch as fierce a fight<br> As e'er was fought on the Border side!"<br> <br> 'Twas bent beneath and blue above,<br> 'Twas nodding grass and naked sky,<br> Where, ringing up the wastrel wind,<br> The eyas stooped upon the pie.<br> <br>True Thomas sighed above his harp,<br> And turned the song on the midmost string;<br>And the last least word True Thomas made,<br> He harpit his dead youth back to the King.<br> <br>"Now I am prince, and I do well<br> To love my love withouten fear;<br>To walk wi' man in fellowship,<br> And breathe my horse behind the deer.<br> <br>"My hounds they bay unto the death,<br> The buck has couched beyond the burn,<br>My love she waits at her window<br> To wash my hands when I return.<br> <br>"For that I live am I content<br> (Oh! I have seen my true love's eyes)<br>To stand wi' Adam in Eden-glade,<br> And run in the woods o' Paradise!"<br> <br> 'Twas naked sky and nodding grass,<br> 'Twas running flood and wastrel wind,<br> Where, checked against the open pass,<br> The red deer belled to call the hind.<br> <br>True Thomas laid his harp away,<br> And louted low at the saddle-side;<br>He has taken stirrup and hauden rein,<br> And set the King on his horse o' pride.<br> <br>"Sleep ye or wake," True Thomas said,<br> "That sit so still, that muse so long;<br>Sleep ye or wake? -- till the latter sleep<br> I trow ye'll not forget my song.<br> <br>"I ha' harpit a shadow out o' the sun<br> To stand before your face and cry;<br>I ha' armed the earth beneath your heel,<br> And over your head I ha' dusked the sky.<br> <br>"I ha' harpit ye up to the throne o' God,<br> I ha' harpit your midmost soul in three;<br>I ha' harpit ye down to the Hinges o' Hell,<br> And -- ye -- would -- make -- a Knight o' me!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</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=511023" data-title="The Last Rhyme Of True Thomas de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a belted knight, And all for the sake o' the songs he made. 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