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When she that stands above the moon
Stood above death at Ethandune
And saw his kingdom come
When the pagan people of the sea
Fled to their palisades；
Nailed there with javelins to cling
And wonder smote the pirate king；
And brought him to his christening
And the end of all his raids。
（For not till the night's blue slate is wiped
Of its last star utterly；
And fierce new signs writ there to read；
Shall eyes with such amazement heed；
As when a great man knows indeed
A greater thing than he。）
And there came to his chrism…loosing
Lords of all lands afar；
And a line was drawn north…westerly
That set King Egbert's empire free；
Giving all lands by the northern sea
To the sons of the northern star。
In the days of the rest of Alfred；
When all these things were done；
And Wessex lay in a patch of peace；
Like a dog in a patch of sun
The King sat in his orchard；
Among apples green and red；
With the little book in his bosom
And the sunshine on his head。
And he gathered the songs of simple men
That swing with helm and hod；
And the alms he gave as a Christian
Like a river alive with fishes ran；
And he made gifts to a beggar man
As to a wandering god。
And he gat good laws of the ancient kings；
Like treasure out of the tombs；
And many a thief in thorny nook；
Or noble in sea…stained turret shook；
For the opening of his iron book；
And the gathering of the dooms。
Then men would come from the ends of the earth；
Whom the King sat welcoming；
And men would go to the ends of the earth
Because of the word of the King。
For folk came in to Alfred's face
Whose javelins had been hurled
On monsters that make boil the sea；
Crakens and coils of mystery。
Or thrust in ancient snows that be
The white hair of the world。
And some had knocked at the northern gates
Of the ultimate icy floor；
Where the fish freeze and the foam turns black；
And the wide world narrows to a track；
And the other sea at the world's back
Cries through a closed door。
And men went forth from Alfred's face；
Even great gift…bearing lords；
Not to Rome only； but more bold；
Out to the high hot courts of old；
Of negroes clad in cloth of gold；
Silence； and crooked swords；
Scrawled screens and secret gardens
And insect…laden skies
Where fiery plains stretch on and on
To the purple country of Prester John
And the walls of Paradise。
And he knew the might of the Terre Majeure；
Where kings began to reign；
Where in a night…rout； without name；
Of gloomy Goths and Gauls there came
White； above candles all aflame；
Like a vision； Charlemagne。
And men； seeing such embassies；
Spake with the King and said：
〃The steel that sang so sweet a tune
On Ashdown and on Ethandune；
Why hangs it scabbarded so soon；
All heavily like lead？
〃Why dwell the Danes in North England；
And up to the river ride？
Three more such marches like thine own
Would end them； and the Pict should own
Our sway； and our feet climb the throne
In the mountains of Strathclyde。〃
And Alfred in the orchard；
Among apples green and red；
With the little book in his bosom；
Looked at green leaves and said：
〃When all philosophies shall fail；
This word alone shall fit；
That a sage feels too small for life；
And a fool too large for it。
〃Asia and all imperial plains
Are too little for a fool；
But for one man whose eyes can see
The little island of Athelney
Is too large a land to rule。
〃Haply it had been better
When I built my fortress there；
Out in the reedy waters wide；
I had stood on my mud wall and cried：
‘Take England all； from tide to tide
Be Athelney my share。'
〃Those madmen of the throne…scramble
Oppressors and oppressed
Had lined the banks by Athelney；
And waved and wailed unceasingly；
Where the river turned to the broad sea；
By an island of the blest。
〃An island like a little book
Full of a hundred tales；
Like the gilt page the good monks pen；
That is all smaller than a wren；
Yet hath high towns； meteors； and men；
And suns and spouting whales；
〃A land having a light on it
In the river dark and fast；
An isle with utter clearness lit；
Because a saint had stood in it；
Where flowers are flowers indeed and fit；
And trees are trees at last。
〃So were the island of a saint；
But I am a common king；
And I will make my fences tough
From Wantage Town to Plymouth Bluff；
Because I am not wise enough
To rule so small a thing。〃
And it fell in the days of Alfred；
In the days of his repose；
That as old customs in his sight
Were a straight road and a steady light；
He bade them keep the White Horse white
As the first plume of the snows。
And right to the red torchlight；
From the trouble of morning grey；
They stripped the White Horse of the grass
As they strip it to this day。
And under the red torchlight
He went dreaming as though dull；
Of his old companions slain like kings；
And the rich irrevocable things
Of a heart that hath not openings；
But is shut fast； being full。
And the torchlight touched the pale hair
Where silver clouded gold；
And the frame of his face was made of cords；
And a young lord turned among the lords
And said： 〃The King is old。〃
And even as he said it
A post ran in amain；
Crying： 〃Arm； Lord King； the hamlets arm；
In the horror and the shade of harm；
They have burnt Brand of Aynger's farm
The Danes are come again！
〃Danes drive the white East Angles
In six fights on the plains；
Danes waste the world about the Thames；
Danes to the eastwardDanes！〃
And as he stumbled on one knee；
The thanes broke out in ire；
Crying： 〃Ill the watchmen watch； and ill
The sheriffs keep the shire。〃
But the young earl said： 〃Ill the saints；
The saints of England； guard
The land wherein we pledge them gold；
The dykes decay； the King grows old；
And surely this is hard；
〃That we be never quit of them；
That when his head is hoar
He cannot say to them he smote；
And spared with a hand hard at the throat；
‘Go； and return no more。' 〃
Then Alfred smiled。 And the smile of him
Was like the sun for power。
But he only pointed： bade them heed
Those peasants of the Berkshire breed；
Who plucked the old Horse of the weed
As they pluck it to this hour。
〃Will ye part with the weeds for ever？
Or show daisies to the door？
Or will you bid the bold grass
Go； and return no more？
〃So ceaseless and so secret
Thrive terror and theft set free；
Treason and shame shall come to pass
While one weed flowers in a morass；
And like the stillness of stiff grass
The stillness of tyranny。
〃Over our white souls also
Wild heresies and high
Wave prouder than the plumes of grass；
And sadder than their sigh。
〃And I go riding against the raid；
And ye know not where I am；
But ye shall know in a day or year；
When one green star of grass grows here；
Chaos has charged you； charger and spear；
Battle…axe and battering…ram。
〃And though skies alter and empires melt；
This word shall still be true：
If we would have the horse of old；
Scour ye the horse anew。
〃One time I followed a dancing star
That seemed to sing and nod；
And ring upon earth all evil's knell；
But now I wot if ye scour not well
Red rust shall grow on God's great bell
And grass in the streets o