'I have come forth alive from the land of purple and poison and glamour
where the charm is strong as the torture, being chosen to change the mind;
torture of wordless dance and wineless feast without clamour,
palace hidden in palace, garden with garden behind;
'Women veiled in the sun, or bare as brass in the shadows,
and the endless eyeless patterns where each thing seems an eye...
And my stride is on Caesar's sand where it slides to the English meadows
To the last low woods of Sussex and the road that goes to Rye.
"In the cool and careless woods the eyes of the eunuchs burned not
but the wild hawk went before me, being free to return or roam,
the hills had broad unconscious backs, and the tree tops turned not,
and the huts were heedless of me; and I knew I was at home.
"And I saw my lady afar and her holy freedom upon her,
a head without veil, averted, and not to be turned by charms;
and I heard above bannerets blown the intolerant trumpets of honour,
that usher with iron laughter the coming of Christian arms..."
When will people in western nations stop vilifying Christianity for the Crusades?
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