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But down and down he went。
As he went down to the river…hut
He went as one that fell；
Seeing the high forest domes and spars。
Dim green or torn with golden scars；
As the proud look up at the evil stars；
In the red heavens of hell。
For he must meet by the river…hut
Them he had bidden to arm；
Mark from the towers of Italy；
And Colan of the Sacred Tree；
And Eldred who beside the sea
Held heavily his farm。
The roof leaned gaping to the grass；
As a monstrous mushroom lies；
Echoing and empty seemed the place；
But opened in a little space
A great grey woman with scarred face
And strong and humbled eyes。
King Alfred was but a meagre man；
Bright eyed； but lean and pale：
And swordless； with his harp and rags；
He seemed a beggar； such as lags
Looking for crusts and ale。
And the woman； with a woman's eyes
Of pity at once and ire；
Said； when that she had glared a span；
〃There is a cake for any man
If he will watch the fire。〃
And Alfred； bowing heavily；
Sat down the fire to stir；
And even as the woman pitied him
So did he pity her。
Saying； 〃O great heart in the night；
O best cast forth for worst；
Twilight shall melt and morning stir；
And no kind thing shall come to her；
Till God shall turn the world over
And all the last are first。
〃And well may God with the serving…folk
Cast in His dreadful lot；
Is not He too a servant；
And is not He forgot ？
〃For was not God my gardener
And silent like a slave；
That opened oaks on the uplands
Or thicket in graveyard gave？
〃And was not God my armourer；
All patient and unpaid；
That sealed my skull as a helmet；
And ribs for hauberk made？
〃Did not a great grey servant
Of all my sires and me；
Build this pavilion of the pines；
And herd the fowls and fill the vines；
And labour and pass and leave no signs
Save mercy and mystery？
〃For God is a great servant；
And rose before the day；
From some primordial slumber torn；
But all we living later born
Sleep on； and rise after the morn；
And the Lord has gone away。
〃On things half sprung from sleeping；
All sleepy suns have shone；
They stretch stiff arms； the yawning trees；
The beasts blink upon hands and knees；
Man is awake and does and sees
But Heaven has done and gone。
For who shall guess the good riddle
Or speak of the Holiest；
Save in faint figures and failing words；
Who loves； yet laughs among the swords；
Labours； and is at rest？
〃But some see God like Guthrum；
Crowned； with a great beard curled；
But I see God like a good giant；
That； labouring； lifts the world。
〃Wherefore was God in Golgotha；
Slain as a serf is slain；
And hate He had of prince and peer；
And love He had and made good cheer；
Of them that； like this woman here；
Go powerfully in pain。
〃But in this grey morn of man's life；
Cometh sometime to the mind
A little light that leaps and flies；
Like a star blown on the wind。
〃A star of nowhere； a nameless star；
A light that spins and swirls；
And cries that even in hedge and hill；
Even on earth； it may go ill
At last with the evil earls。
〃A dancing sparkle； a doubtful star；
On the waste wind whirled and driven；
But it seems to sing of a wilder worth；
A time discrowned of doom and birth；
And the kingdom of the poor on earth
Come； as it is in heaven。
〃But even though such days endure；
How shall it profit her？
Who shall go groaning to the grave；
With many a meek and mighty slave；
Field…breaker and fisher on the wave；
And woodman and waggoner。
〃Bake ye the big world all again
A cake with kinder leaven；
Yet these are sorry evermore
Unless there be a little door；
A little door in heaven。〃
And as he wept for the woman
He let her business be；
And like his royal oath and rash
The good food fell upon the ash
And blackened instantly。
Screaming； the woman caught a cake
Yet burning from the bar；
And struck him suddenly on the face；
Leaving a scarlet scar。
King Alfred stood up wordless；
A man dead with surprise；
And torture stood and the evil things
That are in the childish hearts of kings
An instant in his eyes。
And even as he stood and stared
Drew round him in the dusk
Those friends creeping from far…off farms；
Marcus with all his slaves in arms；
And the strange spears hung with ancient charms
Of Colan of the Usk。
With one whole farm marching afoot
The trampled road resounds；
Farm…hands and farm…beasts blundering by
And jars of mead and stores of rye；
Where Eldred strode above his high
And thunder…throated hounds。
And grey cattle and silver lowed
Against the unlifted morn；
And straw clung to the spear…shafts tall。
And a boy went before them all
Blowing a ram's horn。
As mocking such rude revelry；
The dim clan of the Gael
Came like a bad king's burial…end；
With dismal robes that drop and rend
And demon pipes that wail
In long； outlandish garments；
Torn； though of antique worth；
With Druid beards and Druid spears；
As a resurrected race appears
Out of an elder earth。
And though the King had called them forth
And knew them for his own；
So still each eye stood like a gem；
So spectral hung each broidered hem；
Grey carven men he fancied them；
Hewn in an age of stone。
And the two wild peoples of the north
Stood fronting in the gloam；
And heard and knew each in its mind
The third great thunder on the wind；
The living walls that hedge mankind；
The walking walls of Rome。
Mark's were the mixed tribes of the west；
Of many a hue and strain；
Gurth； with rank hair like yellow grass；
And the Cornish fisher； Gorlias；
And Halmer； come from his first mass；
Lately baptized； a Dane。
But like one man in armour
Those hundreds trod the field；
From red Arabia to the Tyne
The earth had heard that marching…line；
Since the cry on the hill Capitoline；
And the fall of the golden shield。
And the earth shook and the King stood still
Under the greenwood bough；
And the smoking cake lay at his feet
And the blow was on his brow。
Then Alfred laughed out suddenly；
Like thunder in the spring；
Till shook aloud the lintel…beams；
And the squirrels stirred in dusty dreams；
And the startled birds went up in streams；
For the laughter of the King。
And the beasts of the earth and the birds looked down；
In a wild solemnity；
On a stranger sight than a sylph or elf；
On one man laughing at himself
Under the greenwood tree
The giant laughter of Christian men
That roars through a thousand tales；
Where greed is an ape and pride is an ass；
And Jack's away with his master's lass；
And the miser is banged with all his brass；
The farmer with all his flails；
Tales that tumble and tales that trick；
Yet end not all in scorning
Of kings and clowns in a merry plight；
And the clock gone wrong and the world gone right；
That the mummers sing upon Christmas night
And Christmas Day in the morning。
〃Now here is a good warrant；〃
Cried Alfred； 〃by my sword；
For he that is struck for an ill servant
Should be a kind lord。
〃He that has been a servant
Knows more than priests and kings；
But he that has been an ill servant；
He knows all earthly things。
〃Pride flings frail palaces at the sky；
As a man flings up sand；
But the firm feet of humility
Take hold of heavy land。
〃Pride juggles with her toppling towers；
They strike the sun and cease；
But the firm feet of humility
They grip the ground like trees。
〃He that hath failed in a little thing
Hath a sign upon the brow；
And the Earls of the Great Army
Have no such seal to show。
〃The red print on my forehead；
Small flame for a red star；
In the van of the violent marching； then
When the sky is torn of the trumpets ten；
And the hands of the happy howling men
Fling wide the gates of war。
〃This blow that I return not
Ten times will I return
On kings and earls of all degree；
And armies wide as empires be
Shall slide like landslips to the sea
If the red star burn。
〃One man shall drive a hundred；
As the dead kings drave；
Before me rocking hosts be riven；
And battering cohorts backwards driven；
For I am the first king known of Heaven
That has been struck like a slave。
〃Up on the old white road； brothers；
Up on the Roman walls！
For this is the night of the drawing of swords；
And the tainted tower of the heathen hordes
Leans to our hammers； fires and cords；
Leans a little and falls。
〃Follow the star that lives and leaps；
Follow the sword that sings；
For we go gathering heathen men；
A terrible harvest； ten by ten；
As the wrath of the last red autumnthen
When Christ reaps down the kings。
〃Follow a light that leaps and spins；
Follow the fire unfurled！
For riseth up against realm and rod；
A thing forgotten； a thing downtrod；
The last lost giant； even God；
Is risen against the world。〃
Roaring they went o'er the Roman wall；
And roaring up the lane；
Their torches tossed a ladder of fire；
Higher their hymn was heard and higher；
More sweet for hate and for heart's desire；
And up in the northern scrub and brier；
They fell upon the Dane。
BOOK V
ETHANDUNE： THE FIRST STROKE
King Guthrum was a dread king；
Like death out of the north；
Shrines without name or number
He rent and rolled as lumber；
From Chester to the Humber
He drove his foemen forth。
The Roman vill