The Black Riders

I Black riders came from the sea.
II Three little birds in a row
III In the desert
IV Yes, I have a thousand tongues,
V Once there came a man
VI God fashioned the ship of the world carefully.
VII Mystic shadow, bending near me,
VIII I looked here;
IX I stood upon a high place,
X Should the wide world roll away,
XI In a lonely place,
XII "And the sins of the fathers shall be
XIII If there is a witness to my little life,
XIV There was crimson clash of war.
XV "Tell brave deeds of war."
XVI Charity thou art a lie,
XVII There were many who went in huddled procession,
XVIII In heaven,
XIX A god in wrath
XX A learned man came to me once.
XXI There was, before me,
XXII Once I saw mountains angry,
XXIII Places among the stars,
XXIV I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
XXV Behold, the grave of a wicked man,
XXVI There was set before me a mighty hill,
XXVII A youth in apparel that glittered
XXVIII "Truth," said a traveller,
XXIX Behold, from the land of the farther suns
XXX Supposing that I should have the courage
XXXI Many workmen
XXXII Two or three angels
XXXIII There was one I met upon the road
XXXIV I stood upon a highway,
XXXV A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
XXXVI I met a seer.
XXXVII On the horizon the peaks assembled;
XXXVIII The ocean said to me once,
XXXIX The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds;
XL And you love me
XLI Love walked alone.
XLII I walked in a desert.
XLIII There came whisperings in the winds:
XLIV I was in the darkness;
XLV Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
XLVI Many red devils ran from my heart
XLVII "Think as I think," said a man,
XLVIII Once there was a man --
XLIX I stood musing in a black world,
L You say you are holy,
LI A man went before a strange God --
LII Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
LIII Blustering God
LIV "It was wrong to do this," said the angel.
LV A man toiled on a burning road,
LVI A man feared that he might find an assassin;
LVII With eye and with gesture
LVIII The sage lectured brilliantly.
LIX Walking in the sky,
LX Upon the road of my life,
LXI There was a man and a woman
LXII There was a man who lived a life of fire.
LXIII There was a great cathedral.
LXIV Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground.
LXV Once, I knew a fine song,
LXVI If I should cast off this tattered coat,
LXVII God lay dead in heaven;
LXVIII A spirit sped