Grass and the rains and snow,
  Trumpet and tribal drum;
Across my crests the people go
  Over my peaks the people come.
Girt with the pelts of lion and hare.
  Plodding with oxen wains,
Climbing the steeps on a Spanish mare,
  Soaring in aeroplanes.
Men with their hates and their ires,
  Men with their loves and their lust
Still shall I reign when their spires
  And their castles tumble to dust.

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