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"Oh, truly we be broken hearts, For that cause, it is said, We light our candles to that Lord That broke Himself for bread. OH TRULY WE BE BROKEN HEARTS FOR WHAT CAUSE IT IS SAID WE LIGHT OUR CANDLES TO THAT LORD THAT BROKE HIMSELF FOR BREAD
n foot to die, In the old way of the Danes. 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. Young Harold, coarse, with colours gay, Smoking with oil and musk, And the pleasant violence of the young, Pushed through his people, giving tongue Foewards, where, grey as cobwebs hung, The banners of the Usk. But as he came before his line A little space along, His beardless face broke into mirth, And he cried: "What broken bits of earth Are here? For what their clothes are worth I would sell them for a song." For Colan was hung with raiment Tattered like autumn leaves, And his men were all as thin as saints, And all as poor as thieves. No bows nor slings nor bolts they bore, But bills and pikes ill-made; And none but Colan bore a sword, And rusty was its blade. And Colan's eyes with mystery And iron laughter stirred, And he spoke aloud, but lightly Not labouring to be heard.  SEIZED IN VICTORY BUT ARGIO WENT ON FOOT TO DIE IN THE OLD WAY OF THE DANES 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 YOUNG HAROLD COARSE WITH COLOURS GAY SMOKING WITH OIL AND MUSK AND THE PLEASANT VOICE OF THE YOUNG PUSHED THROUGH HIS PEOPLE GIVING TONGUE FORWARDS WHERE GRAY AS COBWEBS HUNG THE BANNERS OF THE ASK BUT AS HE CAME BEFORE HIS LINE A LITTLE SPACE ALONG HIS BEARDLESS FACE BROKE INTO MIRTH AND HE CRIED WHAT BROKEN BITS OF EARTH ARE HERE FOR WHAT THEIR CLOTHES ARE WORTH I WOULD SELL THEM FOR A SONG FOR COLIN WAS HUNG WITH RADIANT TATTERED LIKE AUTUMN LEAVES AND HIS MEN WERE ALL AS THIN AS SAINTS AND ALL AS POOR AS THIEVES NO BOWS NOR SLINGS NOR BOLTS THEY BORE BUT BILLS AND PIKES ILL MADE AND NONE BUT COLIN BORE A SWORD AND RUSTY WAS ITS BLADE AND COLIN'S EYES WITH MYSTERY AND IRON LAUGHTER STIRRED AND HE SPOKE ALOUD BUT LIGHTLY NOT LABOURING TO BE HEARD
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