was especially effective in pushing my programs in the

Before the rent walls of a ruined town

Lay the King's skull, whereby a bird flew down

'And where,' he sang, 'is all thy clash of arms?

Where the sonorous trumps of thy renown?'

He sat among the woods, he heard

The pranks of butterfly and bird,

The humours of the ape, the daw.

In all the life of moor and fen,