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[Vidinha A. <re...@dc...>]

Aketh wood or weald, How long she stood on the roof of the world As he
stood on my shield. "The new wild world forgetteth her As foam fades on
the sea, How long she stood with her foot on Man As he with his foot on
me. "No more shall the brown men of the south Move like the ants in
lines, To quiet men with olives Or madden men with vines. "No more shall
the white towns of the south, Where Tiber and Nilus run, Sitting around
a secret sea Worship a secret sun. "The blind gods roar for Rome fallen,
And forum and garland gone, For the ice of the north is broken, And the
sea of the north comes on. "The blind gods roar and rave and dream Of
all cities under the sea, For the heart of the north is broken, And the
blood of the north is free. "Down from the dome of the world we come,
Rivers on rivers down, Under us swirl the sects and hordes And the high
dooms we drown. "Down from the dome of the world and down, Struck flying
as a skiff On a river in spate is spun and swirled Until we come to the
end of the world That breaks short, like a cliff. "And when we come to
the end of the world For me, I count it fit To take the leap like a good
river, Shot shrieking over it. "But whatso hap at the end of the world,
Where Nothing is struck and sounds, It is not, by