BROOKLAND ROAD I was very well pleased with what I knowed, I reckoned myself no fool Till I met with a maid on the Brookland Road, That turned me back to school. Low down-low down! Where the liddle green lanterns shine O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one, "Twas right in the middest of a hot June night, With thunder duntin' round, And I see'd her face by the fairy light That beats from off the ground. She only smiled and she never spoke, She smiled and went away; But when she'd gone my heart was broke O, stop your ringing and let me be- You'll ring Old Goodman* out of the sea, Old Goodman's Farm is rank sea sand, And was this thousand year; But it shall turn to rich plough land O, Fairfield Church is water-bound But it shall turn to high hill ground O, leave me walk on the Brookland Road, In the thunder and warm rain O, leave me look where my love goed, Low down low down! Where the liddle green lanterns shine O maids, I've done with 'ee all but one, *Earl Godwin of the Goodwin Sands? THE SACK OF THE GODS Strangers drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we; I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea. Under the stars beyond our stars where the newforged meteors glow, Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago. Ever 'neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns begin When the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods come in. Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes He opens the eyes that are blind with hate - he joins the hands of foes. Dust of the stars was under our feet, glitter of stars above Wrecks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and we spurned and we strove. Worlds upon worlds we tossed aside, and scattered them to and fro, The night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago! They are forgiven as they forgive all those dark wounds and deep, Their beds are made on the lap of Time and they lie down and sleep. They are forgiven as they forgive all those old wounds that bleed, They shut their eyes from their worshippers. They sleep till the world has need. She with the star I had marked for my own - I with my set desire Lost in the loom of the Night of Nights lighted by worlds afire Met in a war against the Gods where the headlong meteors glow, Hewing our wav to Valhalla, a million years ago! |