The Circle and the Sword Quotes
The Circle and the Sword
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The Circle and the Sword Quotes
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“Your Pride
I sit and beg beside the gate,
I watch and wait to see you pass,
You never pass the portals old,
The gate of gold like gleaming glass.
Yet you have often wandered by,
I've heard you sigh, I've seen you smile,
You never smile now as you stray-
You can but stay a little while.
And now you know your task is hard,
You must discard your jewelled gear,
You must not fear to crave a dole
From any soul that wats you here.
And you still have your regal pride
And you have sighed that I should see
Your gifts to me beside the gate,
Your pride, your great humility”
― The Circle and the Sword
I sit and beg beside the gate,
I watch and wait to see you pass,
You never pass the portals old,
The gate of gold like gleaming glass.
Yet you have often wandered by,
I've heard you sigh, I've seen you smile,
You never smile now as you stray-
You can but stay a little while.
And now you know your task is hard,
You must discard your jewelled gear,
You must not fear to crave a dole
From any soul that wats you here.
And you still have your regal pride
And you have sighed that I should see
Your gifts to me beside the gate,
Your pride, your great humility”
― The Circle and the Sword
“When all the Stars become a Memory'
When all the stars become a memory
Hid in the heart of Heaven : when the sun
At last is resting from his weary run,
Sinking to glorious silence in the sea
Of God's own glory : when the immensity
Of Nature's universe its fate has won
And its reward : when Death to death is done
And deathless Being's all that is to be-
Your praise shall 'scape the grinding of the mills:
My songs shall live to drive their blinding cars
Through fiery apocalypse to Heaven's bars!
When God's loosed might the prophet's word fulfils,
My songs shall see the ruin of the hills,
My songs shall sing the dirges of the stars”
― The Circle and the Sword
When all the stars become a memory
Hid in the heart of Heaven : when the sun
At last is resting from his weary run,
Sinking to glorious silence in the sea
Of God's own glory : when the immensity
Of Nature's universe its fate has won
And its reward : when Death to death is done
And deathless Being's all that is to be-
Your praise shall 'scape the grinding of the mills:
My songs shall live to drive their blinding cars
Through fiery apocalypse to Heaven's bars!
When God's loosed might the prophet's word fulfils,
My songs shall see the ruin of the hills,
My songs shall sing the dirges of the stars”
― The Circle and the Sword
