The Rotting Horse On The Deadly Ground

Wars of great kings and clash of armouries
 Whose swords no man could tell, whose spears
 Were numerous as wheat field's ears
 Rolled over all the great lands, and seas
 Were loud with navies, their devouring fires
 Behind the armies burned both fields and towns
 And sacked and crumbled or to flaming pyres
 Were cities made, where treasuries and crowns
 Kings and their folk, their wives and tender maids
 Were all consumed. Now silent are those courts
 Ruined the towers, whose old shape slowly fades
 And no feet pass beneath their broken ports
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 I need no call of clamant bell that rings
 Iron tongued in the towers of earthly kings
 Take a ride on, ride on,
 on your rotting horse
 on that deadly ground
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 Take a ride, ride on,
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 on your rotting horse
 with a pounding sound.
 Here on the stones and trees there lies a spell
 Of unforgotten loss, of memories more blest
 than mortal wealth.
 Here undefeated dwell the fog immortal
 under withered elmes,
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 Alalminore one in ancient realms