"I ha' harpit a shadow out o' the sun "To stand before your face and cry; "I ha' harpit ye up to the throne o' God, - THE PALACE 1902 WHEN I was a King and a Mason—a Master proven and I cleared me ground for a Palace such as a King should build. There was no worth in the fashion plan there was no wit in the Hither and thither, aimless, the ruined footings ran - Swift to my use in my trenches, where my well-planned groundworks grew, I tumbled his quoins and his ashlars, and cut and reset them anew. Lime I milled of his marbles; burned it, slacked it, and spread: Taking and leaving at pleasure the gifts of the humble dead. Yet I despised not nor gloried; yet, as we wrenched them apart, I read in the razed foundations the heart of that builder's heart. As he had risen and pleaded, so did I understand The form of the dream he had followed in the face of the thing he had planned. When I was a King and a Mason · pride, in the open noon of my They sent me a Word from the Darkness - They whispered and called me aside. They said "The end is forbidden." They said "Thy use is fulfilled. "Thy Palace shall stand as that other's the spoil of a King who shall build." I called my men from my trenches, my quarries, my wharves, and my sheers. All I had wrought I abandoned to the faith of the faithless years. Tell him, I too have known! TO THOMAS ATKINS I HAVE made for you a song, O there'll surely come a day And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you! R. K. DANNY DEEVER the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on "To turn you out, to turn you out," the Colour-Sergeant said. "What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on Parade. "I'm dreadin' what I've got to watch," the Colour-Sergeant said. |