The White Horse Continued...

For the end of the world was long ago
And all we dwell today
Like children of some second birth
Like a strange people left on earth
After a judgment day.

For the end of the world was long ago
When the ends of the world waxed free
When Rome was sunk in a wast of slaves
And the sun drowned in the sea

When Caesar's sun fell out of the sky
And whoso hearkened right
Could only hear the plunging
Of the nations in the night

When the ends of the earth cam marching in
To torch and cresset gleam
And the roads of the world that lead to Rome
Were filled with faces that moved like foam
Like faces in a dream.

And Men rode out of the eastern lands
Broad river and burning plain
Trees that are Titan flowers to see
And tiger skies, striped horribly
With tints of tropic rain.

What second world we live in that has been forgotten
Like over left a dinner that has long gone rotten
What whispers of our past lives of what we are down trodden
For the sake of all of us our White Horse has plodden