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He rent and rolled as lumber；
From Chester to the Humber
He drove his foemen forth。
The Roman villas heard him
In the valley of the Thames；
Come over the hills roaring
Above their roofs； and pouring
On spire and stair and flooring
Brimstone and pitch and flames。
Sheer o'er the great chalk uplands
And the hill of the Horse went he；
Till high on Hampshire beacons
He saw the southern sea。
High on the heights of Wessex
He saw the southern brine；
And turned him to a conquered land；
And where the northern thornwoods stand；
And the road parts on either hand；
There came to him a sign。
King Guthrum was a war…chief；
A wise man in the field；
And though he prospered well； and knew
How Alfred's folk were sad and few；
Not less with weighty care he drew
Long lines for pike and shield。
King Guthrum lay on the upper land；
On a single road at gaze；
And his foe must come with lean array；
Up the left arm of the cloven way；
To the meeting of the ways。
And long ere the noise of armour；
An hour ere the break of light；
The woods awoke with crash and cry；
And the birds sprang clamouring harsh and high；
And the rabbits ran like an elves' army
Ere Alfred came in sight。
The live wood came at Guthrum；
On foot and claw and wing；
The nests were noisy overhead；
For Alfred and the star of red；
All life went forth； and the forest fled
Before the face of the King。
But halted in the woodways
Christ's few were grim and grey；
And each with a small； far； bird…like sight
Saw the high folly of the fight；
And though strange joys had grown in the night；
Despair grew with the day。
And when white dawn crawled through the wood；
Like cold foam of a flood；
Then weakened every warrior's mood；
In hope； though not in hardihood；
And each man sorrowed as he stood
In the fashion of his blood。
For the Saxon Franklin sorrowed
For the things that had been fair；
For the dear dead woman； crimson…clad；
And the great feasts and the friends he had；
But the Celtic prince's soul was sad
For the things that never were。
In the eyes Italian all things
But a black laughter died；
And Alfred flung his shield to earth
And smote his breast and cried
〃I wronged a man to his slaying；
And a woman to her shame；
And once I looked on a sworn maid
That was wed to the Holy Name。
〃And once I took my neighbour's wife；
That was bound to an eastland man；
In the starkness of my evil youth；
Before my griefs began。
〃People； if you have any prayers；
Say prayers for me：
And lay me under a Christian stone
In that lost land I thought my own；
To wait till the holy horn is blown；
And all poor men are free。〃
Then Eldred of the idle farm
Leaned on his ancient sword；
As fell his heavy words and few；
And his eyes were of such alien blue
As gleams where the Northman saileth new
Into an unknown fiord。
〃I was a fool and wasted ale
My slaves found it sweet；
I was a fool and wasted bread；
And the birds had bread to eat。
〃The kings go up and the kings go down；
And who knows who shall rule；
Next night a king may starve or sleep；
But men and birds and beasts shall weep
At the burial of a fool。
〃O； drunkards in my cellar；
Boys in my apple tree；
The world grows stern and strange and new；
And wise men shall govern you；
And you shall weep for me。
〃But yoke me my own oxen；
Down to my own farm；
My own dog will whine for me；
My own friends will bend the knee；
And the foes I slew openly
Have never wished me harm。〃
And all were moved a little；
But Colan stood apart；
Having first pity； and after
Hearing； like rat in rafter；
That little worm of laughter
That eats the Irish heart。
And his grey…green eyes were cruel；
And the smile of his mouth waxed hard；
And he said； 〃And when did Britain
Become your burying…yard？
〃Before the Romans lit the land；
When schools and monks were none；
We reared such stones to the sun…god
As might put out the sun。
〃The tall trees of Britain
We worshipped and were wise；
But you shall raid the whole land through
And never a tree shall talk to you；
Though every leaf is a tongue taught true
And the forest is full of eyes。
〃On one round hill to the seaward
The trees grow tall and grey
And the trees talk together
When all men are away。
〃O'er a few round hills forgotten
The trees grow tall in rings；
And the trees talk together
Of many pagan things。
〃Yet I could lie and listen
With a cross upon my clay；
And hear unhurt for ever
What the trees of Britain say。〃
A proud man was the Roman；
His speech a single one；
But his eyes were like an eagle's eyes
That is staring at the sun。
〃Dig for me where I die；〃 he said；
〃If first or last I fall
Dead on the fell at the first charge；
Or dead by Wantage wall；
〃Lift not my head from bloody ground；
Bear not my body home；
For all the earth is Roman earth
And I shall die in Rome。〃
Then Alfred； King of England；
Bade blow the horns of war；
And fling the Golden Dragon out；
With crackle and acclaim and shout；
Scrolled and aflame and far。
And under the Golden Dragon
Went Wessex all along；
Past the sharp point of the cloven ways；
Out from the black wood into the blaze
Of sun and steel and song。
And when they came to the open land
They wheeled； deployed and stood；
Midmost were Marcus and the King；
And Eldred on the right…hand wing；
And leftwards Colan darkling；
In the last shade of the wood。
But the Earls of the Great Army
Lay like a long half moon；
Ten poles before their palisades；
With wide…winged helms and runic blades
Red giants of an age of raids；
In the thornland of Ethandune。
Midmost the saddles rose and swayed；
And a stir of horses' manes；
Where Guthrum and a few rode high
On horses seized in victory；
But Ogier went on foot to die；
In the old way of the Danes。
Far to the King's left Elf the bard
Led on the eastern wing
With songs and spells that change the blood；
And on the King's right Harold stood；
The kinsman of the King。
Young Harold； coarse； with colours gay；
Smoking with oil and musk；
And the pleasant violence of the young；
Pushed through his people； giving tongue
Foewards； where； grey as cobwebs hung；
The banners of the Usk。
But as he came before his line
A little space along；
His beardless face broke into mirth；
And he cried： 〃What broken bits of earth
Are here？ For what their clothes are worth
I would sell them for a song。〃
For Colan was hung with raiment
Tattered like autumn leaves；
And his men were all as thin as saints；
And all as poor as thieves。
No bows nor slings nor bolts they bore；
But bills and pikes ill…made；
And none but Colan bore a sword；
And rusty was its blade。
And Colan's eyes with mystery
And iron laughter stirred；
And he spoke aloud； but lightly
Not labouring to be heard。
〃Oh； truly we be broken hearts；
For that cause； it is said；
We light our candles to that Lord
That broke Himself for bread。
〃But though we hold but bitterly
What land the Saxon leaves；
Though Ireland be but a land of saints；
And Wales a land of thieves；
〃I say you yet shall weary
Of the working of your word；
That stricken spirits never strike
Nor lean hands hold a sword。
〃And if ever ye ride in Ireland；
The jest may yet be said；
There is the land of broken hearts；
And the land of broken heads。〃
Not less barbarian laughter
Choked Harold like a flood；
〃And shall I fight with scarecrows
That am of Guthrum's blood？
〃Meeting may be of war…men；
Where the best war…man wins；
But all this carrion a man shoots
Before the fight begins。〃
And stopping in his onward strides；
He snatched a bow in scorn
From some mean slave； and bent it on
Colan； whose doom grew dark； and shone
Stars evil over Caerleon；
In the place where he was born。
For Colan had not bow nor sling；
On a lonely sword leaned he；
Like Arthur on Excalibur
In the battle by the sea。
To his great gold ear…ring Harold
Tugged back the feathered tail；
And swift had sprung the arrow；
But swifter sprang the Gael。
Whirling the one sword round his head；
A great wheel in the sun；
He sent it splendid through the sky；
Flying before the shaft could fly
It smote Earl Harold over the eye；
And blood began to run。
Colan stood bare and weaponless；
Earl Harold； as in pain；
Strove for a smile； put hand to head；
Stumbled and suddenly fell dead；
And the small white daisies all waxed red
With blood out of his brain。
And all at that marvel of the sword；
Cast like a stone to slay；
Cried out。 Said Alfred： 〃Who would see
Signs； must give all things。 Verily
Man shall not taste of victory
Till he throws his sword away。〃
Then Alfred； prince of England；
And all the Christian earls；
Unhooked their swords and held them up；
Each offered to Colan； like a cup
Of chrysolite and pearls。
And the King said； 〃Do thou take my sword
Who have done this deed of fire；
For this is the manner of Christian men；
Whether of steel or priestly pen；
That they cast their hearts out of their ken
To get their heart's desire。
〃And whether ye swear a hive of monks；
Or one fair wife to friend；
This is the manner of Christian men；
That their oath endures the end。
〃For love； our Lord； at the end of the world；
Sits a red horse like a thr