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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 TORE OUT OF HIS TINY BOAT WHOSE EYES BEHELD THE NILE WOLF WITH HIS WAR CRY ON HIS LIPS AND HARKER BORN IN THE ECLIPSE WHO BLOCKED THE SCENE WITH BATTLESHIPS ROUND PARIS ON THE ISLE
! "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.  HOW WILD THEIR WATCH FIRES 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 BORN AND THE PSALM IS ROARING ABOVE THE RUIN AND THE CROSS GOES OVER THE SUN AND MOON ENDETH THE BATTLE OF ATHENDOON 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 HIS 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 HARMER IN HIS HOUR AND VAIN AND LONELY STOOD THE TOWER THE TOWER IN GUILDERLAND
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