"The men of the East may spell the
stars,
And times and triumphs mark,
But the men signed of the cross of
Christ
Go gaily in the dark....
"The wise men know all evil things
Under the twisted trees,
Where the perverse in pleasure pine
And men are weary of green wine
And sick of crimson seas.
"But you and all the kind of
Christ
Are ignorant and brave,
And you have wars you hardly win
And souls you hardly save.
"I tell you naught for your
comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
"Night shall be thrice night
over you,
And heaven an iron cope.
Do you have joy without a cause,
Yea, faith without a hope?"
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