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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. 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
 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.  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 FLAME 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 LEFT WORDS CALLING 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 ETHUND MIDMOST THE SADDLES ROSE AND SWAYED AND A STIR OF HORSES MANES WHERE GOTHRUM AND A FEW RODE HIGH ON HORSES SEIZED IN VICTORY BUT ARGIO WENT ON FOOT TO DIE IN THE OLD WAY OF THE DANES
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