Poems by William Ernest Henley
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I am the Will of God:
I am the Sword. The Sword Singing - The voice of the Sword from the heart of the Sword Clanging majestical, As from the starry-staired Courts of the primal Supremacy, His high, irresistible song. ARABIAN NIGHTS' ENTERTAINMENTS -To Elizabeth Robins Pennell 'O mes cheres Mille et Une Nuits!'--Fantasio. Once on a time There was a little boy: a master-mage By virtue of a Book Of magic--O, so magical it filled His life with visionary pomps Processional! And Powers Passed with him where he passed. And Thrones And Dominations, glaived and plumed and mailed, Thronged in the criss-cross streets, The palaces pell-mell with playing-fields, Domes, cloisters, dungeons, caverns, tents, arcades, |
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