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SIR HENRY NEWBOLT: HE FELL AMONG THIEVES

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Sir Henry Newbolt
(1862-1938)

He Fell Among Thieves

Ye have robbd, said he, ye have slaughterd and made an end,
Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?
Blood for our blood, they said.

He laughd: If one may settle the score for five,
I am ready; but let the reckoning stand till day:
I have loved the sunlight as dearly as any alive.
You shall die at dawn, said they.

He flung his empty revolver down the slope,
He climbd alone to the Eastward edge of the trees;
All night long in a dream untroubled of hope
He brooded, clasping his knees.

He did not hear the monotonous roar that fills
The ravine where the Yassn river sullenly flows;
He did not see the starlight on the Laspur hills,
Or the far Afghan snows.

He saw the April noon on his books aglow,
The wistaria trailing in at the window wide;
He heard his fathers voice from the terrace below
Calling him down to ride.

He saw the gray little church across the park,
The mounds that hid the loved and honourd dead;
The Norman arch, the chancel softly dark,
The brasses black and red.

He saw the School Close, sunny and green,
The runner beside him, the stand by the parapet wall,
The distant tape, and the crowd roaring between,
His own name over all.

He saw the dark wainscot and timberd roof,
The long tables, and the faces merry and keen;
The College Eight and their trainer dining aloof,
The Dons on the dais serene.

He watchd the liners stem ploughing the foam,
He felt her trembling speed and the thrash of her screw.
He heard the passengers voices talking of home,
He saw the flag she flew.

And now it was dawn. He rose strong on his feet,
And strode to his ruind camp below the wood;
He drank the breath of the morning cool and sweet:
His murderers round him stood.

Light on the Laspur hills was broadening fast,
The blood-red snow-peaks chilld to a dazzling white;
He turnd, and saw the golden circle at last,
Cut by the Eastern height.

O glorious Life, Who dwellest in earth and sun,
I have lived, I praise and adore Thee.
A sword swept.
Over the pass the voices one by one
Faded, and the hill slept.

Sir Henry Newbolt poetry
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