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And the sea rises higher。〃
Then Colan of the Sacred Tree
Tossed his black mane on high；
And cried； as rigidly he rose；
〃And if the sea and sky be foes；
We will tame the sea and sky。〃
Smiled Alfred； 〃Seek ye a fable
More dizzy and more dread
Than all your mad barbarian tales
Where the sky stands on its head ？
〃A tale where a man looks down on the sky
That has long looked down on him；
A tale where a man can swallow a sea
That might swallow the seraphim。
〃Bring to the hut by Egbert's Stone
All bills and bows ye have。〃
And Alfred strode off rapidly；
And Colan of the Sacred Tree
Went slowly to his cave。
BOOK III
THE HARP OF ALFRED
In a tree that yawned and twisted
The King's few goods were flung；
A mass…book mildewed； line by line；
And weapons and a skin of wine；
And an old harp unstrung。
By the yawning tree in the twilight
The King unbound his sword；
Severed the harp of all his goods；
And there in the cool and soundless woods
Sounded a single chord。
Then laughed； and watched the finches flash；
The sullen flies in swarm；
And went unarmed over the hills；
With the harp upon his arm；
Until he came to the White Horse Vale
And saw across the plains；
In the twilight high and far and fell；
Like the fiery terraces of hell；
The camp fires of the Danes
The fires of the Great Army
That was made of iron men；
Whose lights of sacrilege and scorn
Ran around England red as morn；
Fires over Glastonbury Thorn
Fires out on Ely Fen。
And as he went by White Horse Vale
He saw lie wan and wide
The old horse graven； God knows when；
By gods or beasts or what things then
Walked a new world instead of men
And scrawled on the hill…side。
And when he came to White Horse Down
The great White Horse was grey；
For it was ill scoured of the weed；
And lichen and thorn could crawl and feed；
Since the foes of settled house and creed
Had swept old works away。
King Alfred gazed all sorrowful
At thistle and mosses grey；
Then laughed； and watched the finches flash；
Till a rally of Danes with shield and bill
Rolled drunk over the dome of the hill；
And； hearing of his harp and skill；
They dragged him to their play。
And as they went through the high green grass
They roared like the great green sea；
But when they came to the red camp fire
They were silent suddenly。
And as they went up the wastes away
They went reeling to and fro；
But when they came to the red camp fire
They stood all in a row。
For golden in the firelight；
With a smile carved on his lips；
And a beard curled right cunningly；
Was Guthrum of the Northern Sea；
The emperor of the ships
With three great earls King Guthrum
Went the rounds from fire to fire；
With Harold； nephew of the King；
And Ogier of the Stone and Sling；
And Elf； whose gold lute had a string
That sighed like all desire。
The Earls of the Great Army
That no men born could tire；
Whose flames anear him or aloof
Took hold of towers or walls of proof；
Fire over Glastonbury roof
And out on Ely； fire。
And Guthrum heard the soldiers' tale
And bade the stranger play；
Not harshly； but as one on high；
On a marble pillar in the sky；
Who sees all folk that live and die
Pigmy and far away。
And Alfred； King of Wessex；
Looked on his conqueror
And his hands hardened； but he played；
And leaving all later hates unsaid；
He sang of some old British raid
On the wild west march of yore。
He sang of war in the warm wet shires；
Where rain nor fruitage fails；
Where England of the motley states
Deepens like a garden to the gates
In the purple walls of Wales。
He sang of the seas of savage heads
And the seas and seas of spears；
Boiling all over Offa's Dyke；
What time a Wessex club could strike
The kings of the mountaineers。
Till Harold laughed and snatched the harp；
The kinsman of the King；
A big youth； beardless like a child；
Whom the new wine of war sent wild；
Smote； and began to sing
And he cried of the ships as eagles
That circle fiercely and fly；
And sweep the seas and strike the towns
From Cyprus round to Skye。
How swiftly and with peril
They gather all good things；
The high horns of the forest beasts；
Or the secret stones of kings。
〃For Rome was given to rule the world；
And gat of it little joy
But we； but we shall enjoy the world；
The whole huge world a toy。
〃Great wine like blood from Burgundy；
Cloaks like the clouds from Tyre；
And marble like solid moonlight；
And gold like frozen fire。
〃Smells that a man might swill in a cup；
Stones that a man might eat；
And the great smooth women like ivory
That the Turks sell in the street。〃
He sang the song of the thief of the world；
And the gods that love the thief；
And he yelled aloud at the cloister…yards；
Where men go gathering grief。
〃Well have you sung； O stranger；
Of death on the dyke in Wales；
Your chief was a bracelet…giver；
But the red unbroken river
Of a race runs not for ever；
But suddenly it fails。
〃Doubtless your sires were sword…swingers
When they waded fresh from foam；
Before they were turned to women
By the god of the nails from Rome；
〃But since you bent to the shaven men；
Who neither lust nor smite；
Thunder of Thor； we hunt you
A hare on the mountain height。〃
King Guthrum smiled a little；
And said； 〃It is enough；
Nephew； let Elf retune the string；
A boy must needs like bellowing；
But the old ears of a careful king
Are glad of songs less rough。〃
Blue…eyed was Elf the minstrel；
With womanish hair and ring；
Yet heavy was his hand on sword；
Though light upon the string。
And as he stirred the strings of the harp
To notes but four or five；
The heart of each man moved in him
Like a babe buried alive。
And they felt the land of the folk…songs
Spread southward of the Dane；
And they heard the good Rhine flowing
In the heart of all Allemagne。
They felt the land of the folk…songs；
Where the gifts hang on the tree；
Where the girls give ale at morning
And the tears come easily。
The mighty people； womanlike；
That have pleasure in their pain
As he sang of Balder beautiful；
Whom the heavens loved in vain。
As he sang of Balder beautiful；
Whom the heavens could not save；
Till the world was like a sea of tears
And every soul a wave。
〃There is always a thing forgotten
When all the world goes well；
A thing forgotten； as long ago；
When the gods forgot the mistletoe；
And soundless as an arrow of snow
The arrow of anguish fell。
〃The thing on the blind side of the heart；
On the wrong side of the door；
The green plant groweth； menacing
Almighty lovers in the spring；
There is always a forgotten thing；
And love is not secure。〃
And all that sat by the fire were sad；
Save Ogier； who was stern；
And his eyes hardened； even to stones；
As he took the harp in turn；
Earl Ogier of the Stone and Sling
Was odd to ear and sight；
Old he was； but his locks were red；
And jests were all the words he said
Yet he was sad at board and bed
And savage in the fight。
〃You sing of the young gods easily
In the days when you are young；
But I go smelling yew and sods；
And I know there are gods behind the gods；
Gods that are best unsung。
〃And a man grows ugly f