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Rh Tales we drank of giants at war with gods above:
 * Rocks were they to look on, and earth climbed air!

Tales of search for simples, and those who sought of love
 * Ease because the creature was all too fair.

Pleasant ran our thinking that while our work was good
 * Sure as fruits for sweat would the praise come fast.

He that wrestled stoutest and tamed the billow-brood
 * Danced in rings with girls, like a sail-flapped mast.
 * God! of whom music
 * And song and blood are pure,
 * The day is never darkened
 * That had thee here obscure.