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The Black Riders and Other Lines
Black riders came from the sea
Three little birds in a row
In the desert
Yes, I have a thousand tongues
Once there came a man
God fashioned the ship of the world carefully
Mystic shadow, bending near me
I looked here
I stood upon a high place
Should the wide world roll away
In a lonely place
And the sins of the fathers shall be
If there is a witness to my little life
There was a crimson clash of war
Tell brave deeds of war
Charity thou art a lie
There were many who went in huddled procession
In heaven
A god in wrath
A learned man came to me once
There was, before me
Once I saw mountains angry
Places among the stars
I saw a man pursuing the horizon
Behold, the grave of a wicked man
There was set before me a mighty hill
A youth in apparel that glittered
"Truth," said a traveller
Behold, from the land of the farther suns
Supposing that I should have the courage
Many workmen
Two or three angels
There was one I met upon the road
I stood upon a highway
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky
I met a seer
On the horizon the peaks assembled
The ocean said to me once
The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds
And you love me
Love walked alone
I walked in a desert
There came whisperings in the winds
I was in the darkness
Tradition, thou art for suckling children
Many red devils ran from my heartâŠ
War is Kind:
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind
What says the sea, little shell?
To the maiden
A little ink more or less!
Have you ever made a just man?
I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
I have heard the sunset song of the birches
Fast rode the knight
Forth went the candid man
You tell me this is God?
On the desert
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
The wayfarer
A slant of sun on dull brown walls
Once a man clambering to the housetops
The successful man has thrust himself
In the Night
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-topâŠ