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lirik lagu richard burton - the souls of the slain

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the thick lids of night closed upon me
alone at the bill
of the isle by the race ~
many~caverned, bald, wrinkled of face ~
and with darkness and silence the spirit was on me
to brood and be still

no wind fanned the flats of the ocean
or promontory sides
or the ooze by the strand
or the bent~bearded slope of the land
whose base took its rest amid everlong motion
of criss~crossing tides

soon from out of the southward seemed nearing
a whirr, as of wings
waved by mighty~vanned flies
or by night~moths of measureless size
and in softness and smoothness well~nigh beyond hearing
of corporal things

and they bore to the bluff, and alighted ~
a dim~discerned train
of sprites without mould
frameless souls none might touch or might hold ~
on the ledge by the turreted lantern, farsighted
by men of the main
and i heard them say “home!” and i knew them
for souls of the felled
on the earth’s nether bord
under capricorn, whither they’d warred
and i neared in my awe, and gave heedfulness to them
with breathings inheld

then, it seemed, there approached from the northward
a senior soul~flame
of the like filmy hue:
and he met them and spake: “is it you
o my men?” said they, “aye! we bear homeward and hearthward
to list to our fame!”

“i’ve flown there before you,” he said then:
“your households are well;
but~~your kin linger less
on your glory arid war~mightiness
than on dearer things.”~~”dearer?” cried these from the dead then
“of what do they tell?”

“some mothers muse sadly, and murmur
your doings as boys ~
recall the quaint ways
of your babyhood’s innocent days
some pray that, ere dying, your faith had grown firmer
and higher your joys
“a father broods: ‘would i had set him
to some humble trade
and so slacked his high fire
and his passionate martial desire;
had told him no stories to woo him and whet him
to this due crusade!”

“and, general, how hold out our sweethearts
sworn loyal as doves?”
~~”many mourn; many think
it is not unattractive to prink
them in sables for heroes. some fickle and fleet hearts
have found them new loves.”

“and our wives?” quoth another resignedly
“dwell they on our deeds?”
~~”deeds of home; that live yet
fresh as new~~deeds of fondness or fret;
ancient words that were kindly expressed or unkindly
these, these have their heeds.”

~~”alas! then it seems that our glory
weighs less in their thought
than our old homely acts
and the long~ago commonplace facts
of our lives~~held by us as scarce part of our story
and rated as nought!”
then bitterly some: “was it wise now
to raise the tomb~door
for such knowledge? away!”
but the rest: “fame we prized till to~day;
yet that hearts keep us green for old kindness we prize now
a thousand times more!”

thus speaking, the trooped apparitions
began to disband
and resolve them in two:
those whose record was lovely and true
bore to northward for home: those of bitter traditions
again left the land

and, towering to seaward in legions
they paused at a spot
overbending the race ~
that engulphing, ghast, sinister place ~
whither headlong they plunged, to the fathomless regions
of myriads forgot

and the spirits of those who were homing
passed on, rushingly
like the pentecost wind;
and the whirr of their wayfaring thinned
and surceased on the sky, and but left in the gloaming
sea~mutterings and me


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