Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.
And their words seemed to them as idle tales, and they believed them not.
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, We Poets of the proud old lineage Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest.
For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing.
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show Of touch or marble, nor canst boast a row Of polished pillars, or a roof of gold; Thou hast no lantern whereof tales are told, Or stair, or courts; but standst an ancient pile, And these grudged at, art reverenced the while.
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