English poem
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by Robert Ervin Howard (1906–1936)
Moonlight and shadows barred the land; Night breathed like some great living thing. The Seeker rested chin in hand And heard the night wind's whispering. He heard like songs of vanished men The waving branches answer then. "Lords of the seas of silence, old as the word of God, We are the ancient people, haters of chain and rod."