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〃But heavier fates have fallen
The horn of the Wessex kings；
And I blew once； the riding sign；
To call you to the fighting line
And glory and all good things。
〃And now two blasts； the hunting sign；
Because we turn to bay；
But I will not blow the three blasts；
Till we be lost or they。
〃And now I blow the hunting sign；
Charge some by rule and rod；
But when I blow the battle sign；
Charge all and go to God。〃
Wild stared the Danes at the double ways
Where they loitered； all at large；
As that dark line for the last time
Doubled the knee to charge
And caught their weapons clumsily；
And marvelled how and why
In such degree； by rule and rod；
The people of the peace of God
Went roaring down to die。
And when the last arrow
Was fitted and was flown；
When the broken shield hung on the breast；
And the hopeless lance was laid in rest；
And the hopeless horn blown；
The King looked up； and what he saw
Was a great light like death；
For Our Lady stood on the standards rent；
As lonely and as innocent
As when between white walls she went
And the lilies of Nazareth。
One instant in a still light
He saw Our Lady then；
Her dress was soft as western sky；
And she was a queen most womanly
But she was a queen of men。
Over the iron forest
He saw Our Lady stand；
Her eyes were sad withouten art；
And seven swords were in her heart
But one was in her hand。
Then the last charge went blindly；
And all too lost for fear：
The Danes closed round； a roaring ring；
And twenty clubs rose o'er the King；
Four Danes hewed at him； halloing；
And Ogier of the Stone and Sling
Drove at him with a spear。
But the Danes were wild with laughter；
And the great spear swung wide；
The point stuck to a straggling tree；
And either host cried suddenly；
As Alfred leapt aside。
Short time had shaggy Ogier
To pull his lance in line
He knew King Alfred's axe on high；
He heard it rushing through the sky；
He cowered beneath it with a cry
It split him to the spine：
And Alfred sprang over him dead；
And blew the battle sign。
Then bursting all and blasting
Came Christendom like death；
Kicked of such catapults of will；
The staves shiver； the barrels spill；
The waggons waver and crash and kill
The waggoners beneath。
Barriers go backwards； banners rend；
Great shields groan like a gong
Horses like horns of nightmare
Neigh horribly and long。
Horses ramp high and rock and boil
And break their golden reins；
And slide on carnage clamorously；
Down where the bitter blood doth lie；
Where Ogier went on foot to die；
In the old way of the Danes。
〃The high tide！〃 King Alfred cried。
〃The high tide and the turn！
As a tide turns on the tall grey seas；
See how they waver in the trees；
How stray their spears； how knock their knees；
How wild their watchfires burn！
〃The Mother of God goes over them；
Walking on wind and flame；
And the storm…cloud drifts from city and dale；
And the White Horse stamps in the White Horse Vale；
And we all shall yet drink Christian ale
In the village of our name。
〃The Mother of God goes over them；
On dreadful cherubs borne；
And the psalm is roaring above the rune；
And the Cross goes over the sun and moon；
Endeth the battle of Ethandune
With the blowing of a horn。〃
For back indeed disorderly
The Danes went clamouring；
Too worn to take anew the tale；
Or dazed with insolence and ale；
Or stunned of heaven； or stricken pale
Before the face of the King。
For dire was Alfred in his hour
The pale scribe witnesseth；
More mighty in defeat was he
Than all men else in victory；
And behind； his men came murderously；
Dry…throated； drinking death。
And Edgar of the Golden Ship
He slew with his own hand；
Took Ludwig from his lady's bower；
And smote down Harmar in his hour；
And vain and lonely stood the tower
The tower in Guelderland。
And Torr out of his tiny boat；
Whose eyes beheld the Nile；
Wulf with his war…cry on his lips；
And Harco born in the eclipse；
Who blocked the Seine with battleships
Round Paris on the Isle。
And Hacon of the Harvest…Song；
And Dirck from the Elbe he slew；
And Cnut that melted Durham bell
And Fulk and fiery Oscar fell；
And Goderic and Sigael；
And Uriel of the Yew。
And highest sang the slaughter；
And fastest fell the slain；
When from the wood…road's blackening throat
A crowning and crashing wonder smote
The rear…guard of the Dane。
For the dregs of Colan's company
Lost down the other road
Had gathered and grown and heard the din；
And with wild yells came pouring in；
Naked as their old British kin；
And bright with blood for woad。
And bare and bloody and aloft
They bore before their band
The body of the mighty lord；
Colan of Caerleon and its horde；
That bore King Alfred's battle…sword
Broken in his left hand。
And a strange music went with him；
Loud and yet strangely far；
The wild pipes of the western land；
Too keen for the ear to understand；
Sang high and deathly on each hand
When the dead man went to war。
Blocked between ghost and buccaneer；
Brave men have dropped and died；
And the wild sea…lords well might quail
As the ghastly war…pipes of the Gael
Called to the horns of White Horse Vale；
And all the horns replied。
And Hildred the poor hedger
Cut down four captains dead；
And Halmar laid three others low；
And the great earls wavered to and fro
For the living and the dead。
And Gorlias grasped the great flag；
The Raven of Odin； torn；
And the eyes of Guthrum altered；
For the first time since morn。
As a turn of the wheel of tempest
Tilts up the whole sky tall；
And cliffs of wan cloud luminous
Lean out like great walls over us；
As if the heavens might fall。
As such a tall and tilted sky
Sends certain snow or light；
So did the eyes of Guthrum change；
And the turn was more certain and more strange
Than a thousand men in flight。
For not till the floor of the skies is split；
And hell…fire shines through the sea；
Or the stars look up through the rent earth's knees；
Cometh such rending of certainties；
As when one wise man truly sees
What is more wise than he。
He set his horse in the battle…breech
Even Guthrum of the Dane；
And as ever had fallen fell his brand；
A falling tower o'er many a land；
But Gurth the fowler laid one hand
Upon this bridle rein。
King Guthrum was a great lord；
And higher than his gods
He put the popes to laughter；
He chid the saints with rods；
He took this hollow world of ours
For a cup to hold his wine；
In the parting of the woodways
There came to him a sign。
In Wessex in the forest；
In the breaking of the spears；
We set a sign on Guthrum
To blaze a thousand years。
Where the high saddles jostle
And the horse…tails toss；
There rose to the birds flying
A roar of dead and dying；
In deafness and strong crying
We signed him with the cross。
Far out to the winding river
The blood ran down for days；
When we put the cross on Guthrum
In the parting of the ways。
BOOK VIII
THE SCOURING OF THE HORSE
In the years of the peace of Wessex；
When the good King sat at home；
Years following on that bloody boon
When she that stands above the moon
Stood above death at Ethandune
And saw his kingdom come