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Rupert Brooke - On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The HippopotamusRupert Brooke - On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus
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(The Priests within the Temple) She was wrinkled and huge and hideous?  She was our Mother. She was lustful and lewd? but a God; we had none other. In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade; We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.     (The People without)          She sent us pain,           And we bowed before Her;          She smiled again           And bade us adore Her.          She solaced our woe           And soothed our sighing;          And what shall we do           Now God is dying?     (The Priests within) She was hungry and ate our children; how should we stay Her? She took our young men and our maidens; ours to obey Her. We were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations; that was our pride. She fed us, protected us, loved us, and killed us; now She has died.     (The People without)          She was so strong;           But death is stronger.          She ruled us long;           But Time is longer.          She solaced our woe           And soothed our sighing;          And what shall we do           Now God is dying?
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