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And the river running past。

One dim ancestral jewel hung
On his ruined armour grey;
He rent and cast it at her feet:
Where; after centuries; with slow feet;
Men came from hall and school and street
And found it where it lay。

〃Mother of God;〃 the wanderer said;
〃I am but a common king;
Nor will I ask what saints may ask;
To see a secret thing。

〃The gates of heaven are fearful gates
Worse than the gates of hell;
Not I would break the splendours barred
Or seek to know the thing they guard;
Which is too good to tell。

〃But for this earth most pitiful;
This little land I know;
If that which is for ever is;
Or if our hearts shall break with bliss;
Seeing the stranger go?

〃When our last bow is broken; Queen;
And our last javelin cast;
Under some sad; green evening sky;
Holding a ruined cross on high;
Under warm westland grass to lie;
Shall we come home at last?〃

And a voice came human but high up;
Like a cottage climbed among
The clouds; or a serf of hut and croft
That sits by his hovel fire as oft;
But hears on his old bare roof aloft
A belfry burst in song。

〃The gates of heaven are lightly locked;
We do not guard our gain;
The heaviest hind may easily
Come silently and suddenly
Upon me in a lane。

〃And any little maid that walks
In good thoughts apart;
May break the guard of the Three Kings
And see the dear and dreadful things
I hid within my heart。

〃The meanest man in grey fields gone
Behind the set of sun;
Heareth between star and other star;
Through the door of the darkness fallen ajar;
The council; eldest of things that are;
The talk of the Three in One。

〃The gates of heaven are lightly locked;
We do not guard our gold;
Men may uproot where worlds begin;
Or read the name of the nameless sin;
But if he fail or if he win
To no good man is told。

〃The men of the East may spell the stars;
And times and triumphs mark;
But the men signed of the cross of Christ
Go gaily in the dark。

〃The men of the East may search the scrolls
For sure fates and fame;
But the men that drink the blood of God
Go singing to their shame。

〃The wise men know what wicked things
Are written on the sky;
They trim sad lamps; they touch sad strings;
Hearing the heavy purple wings;
Where the forgotten seraph kings
Still plot how God shall die。

〃The wise men know all evil things
Under the twisted trees;
Where the perverse in pleasure pine
And men are weary of green wine
And sick of crimson seas。

〃But you and all the kind of Christ
Are ignorant and brave;
And you have wars you hardly win
And souls you hardly save。

〃I tell you naught for your comfort;
Yea; naught for your desire;
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher。

〃Night shall be thrice night over you;
And heaven an iron cope。
Do you have joy without a cause;
Yea; faith without a hope?〃

Even as she spoke she was not;
Nor any word said he;
He only heard; still as he stood
Under the old night's nodding hood;
The sea…folk breaking down the wood
Like a high tide from sea。

He only heard the heathen men;
Whose eyes are blue and bleak;
Singing about some cruel thing
Done by a great and smiling king
In daylight on a deck。

He only heard the heathen men;
Whose eyes are blue and blind;
Singing what shameful things are done
Between the sunlit sea and the sun
When the land is left behind。



BOOK II

THE GATHERING OF THE CHIEFS



Up across windy wastes and up
Went Alfred over the shaws;
Shaken of the joy of giants;
The joy without a cause。

In the slopes away to the western bays;
Where blows not ever a tree;
He washed his soul in the west wind
And his body in the sea。

And he set to rhyme his ale…measures;
And he sang aloud his laws;
Because of the joy of the giants;
The joy without a cause。

The King went gathering Wessex men;
As grain out of the chaff
The few that were alive to die;
Laughing; as littered skulls that lie
After lost battles turn to the sky
An everlasting laugh。

The King went gathering Christian men;
As wheat out of the husk;
Eldred; the Franklin by the sea;
And Mark; the man from Italy;
And Colan of the Sacred Tree;
From the old tribe on Usk。

The rook croaked homeward heavily;
The west was clear and warm;
The smoke of evening food and ease
Rose like a blue tree in the trees
When he came to Eldred's farm。

But Eldred's farm was fallen awry;
Like an old cripple's bones;
And Eldred's tools were red with rust;
And on his well was a green crust;
And purple thistles upward thrust;
Between the kitchen stones。

But smoke of some good feasting
Went upwards evermore;
And Eldred's doors stood wide apart
For loitering foot or labouring cart;
And Eldred's great and foolish heart
Stood open like his door。

A mighty man was Eldred;
A bulk for casks to fill;
His face a dreaming furnace;
His body a walking hill。

In the old wars of Wessex
His sword had sunken deep;
But all his friends; he signed and said;
Were broken about Ethelred;
And between the deep drink and the dead
He had fallen upon sleep。

〃Come not to me; King Alfred; Save always for the ale:
Why should my harmless hinds be slain
Because the chiefs cry once again;
As in all fights; that we shall gain;
And in all fights we fail?

〃Your scalds still thunder and prophesy
That crown that never comes;
Friend; I will watch the certain things;
Swine; and slow moons like silver rings;
And the ripening of the plums。〃

And Alfred answered; drinking;
And gravely; without blame;
〃Nor bear I boast of scald or king;
The thing I bear is a lesser thing;
But comes in a better name。

〃Out of the mouth of the Mother of God;
More than the doors of doom;
I call the muster of Wessex men
From grassy hamlet or ditch or den;
To break and be broken; God knows when;
But I have seen for whom。

Out of the mouth of the Mother of God
Like a little word come I;
For I go gathering Christian men
From sunken paving and ford and fen;
To die in a battle; God knows when;
By God; but I know why。

〃And this is the word of Mary;
The word of the world's desire
‘No more of comfort shall ye get;
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher。' 〃

Then silence sank。 And slowly
Arose the sea…land lord;
Like some vast beast for mystery;
He filled the room and porch and sky;
And from a cobwebbed nail on high
Unhooked his heavy sword。

Up on the shrill sea…downs and up
Went Alfred all alone;
Turning but once e'er the door was shut;
Shouting to Eldred over his butt;
That he bring all spears to the woodman's hut
Hewn under Egbert's Stone。

And he turned his back and broke the fern;
And fought the moths of dusk;
And went on his way for other friends
Friends fallen of all the wide world's ends;
From Rome that wrath and pardon sends
And the grey tribes on Usk。

He saw gigantic tracks of death
And many a shape of doom;
Good steadings to grey ashes gone
And a monk's house white like a skeleton
In the green crypt of the combe。

And in many a Roman villa
Earth and her ivies eat;
Saw coloured pavements sink and fade
In flowers; and the windy colonnade
Like the spectre of a street。

But the cold stars clustered
Among the cold pines
Ere he was half on his pilgrimage
Over the western lines。

And the white dawn widened
Ere he came to the last pine;
Where Mark; the man from Italy;
Still made the Christian sign。

The long farm lay on the large hill…side;
Flat like a painted plan;
And by the side the low white house;
Where dwelt the southland man。

A bronzed man; with a bird's bright eye;
And a strong bird's beak and brow;
His skin was brown like buried gold;
And of certain of his sires was told
That they came in the shining ship of old;
With Caesar in the prow。

His fruit trees stood like soldiers
Drilled in a straight line;
His strange; stiff olives did not fail;
And all the kings of the earth drank ale;
But he drank wine。

Wide over wasted British plains
Stood never an arch or dome;
Only the trees to toss and reel;
The tribes to bicker; the beasts to squeal;
But the eyes in his head were strong like steel;
And his soul remembered Rome。

Then Alfred of the lonely spear
Lifted his lion head;
And fronted with the Italian's eye;
Asking him of his whence and why;
King Alfred stood and said:

〃I am that oft…defeated King
Whose failure fills the land;
Who fled before the Danes of old;
Who chaffered with the Danes with gold;
Who now upon the Wessex wold
Hardly has feet to stand。

〃But out of the mouth of the Mother of God
I have seen the truth like fire;
Thisthat the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher。〃

Long looked the Roman on the land;
The trees as golden crowns
Blazed; drenched with dawn and dew…empearled
While faintlier coloured; freshlier curled;
The clouds from underneath the world
Stood up over the downs。

〃These vines be ropes that drag me hard;〃
He said。 〃I go not far;
Where would you meet? For you must hold
Half Wiltshire and the White Horse wold;
And the Thames bank to Owsenfold;
If Wessex goes to war。

〃Guthrum sits strong on either bank
And you must press his lines
Inwards; and eastward drive him down;
I doubt if you shall take the crown
Til

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