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In Wessex in the forest, In the breaking of the spears, We set a sign on Guthrum To blaze a thousand years. Where the high saddles jostle And the horse tails toss, There rose to the birds flying A roar of dead and dying; In deafness and strong crying We signed him with the cross. Far out to the winding river The blood ran down for days, When we put the cross on Guthrum In the parting of the ways. IN WESSEX IN THE FOREST IN THE BREAKING OF THE SPEARS WE SET A SIGN ON GUTHRUM TO BLAZE A THOUSAND YEARS WHERE THE HIGH SADDLES JOSTLE AND THE HORSETAILS TOSS WHERE THE ROSE TO THE BIRDS FLYING A ROAR OF DEER AND DYING IN DEAFNESS AND STRONG CRYING WE SIGNED HIM WITH THE CROSS FAR OUT TO THE WINDING RIVER THE BLOOD RAN DOWN FOR DAYS WHEN WE PUT THE CROSS AND GUTHRUM IN THE PARTING OF THE WAYS
rn. As a turn of the wheel of tempest Tilts up the whole sky tall, And cliffs of wan cloud luminous Lean out like great walls over us, As if the heavens might fall. As such a tall and tilted sky Sends certain snow or light, So did the eyes of Guthrum change, And the turn was more certain and more strange Than a thousand men in flight. For not till the floor of the skies is split, And hell-fire shines through the sea, Or the stars look up through the rent earth's knees, Cometh such rending of certainties, As when one wise man truly sees What is more wise than he. He set his horse in the battle-breech Even Guthrum of the Dane, And as ever had fallen fell his brand, A falling tower o'er many a land, But Gurth the fowler laid one hand Upon this bridle rein. King Guthrum was a great lord, And higher than his gods-- He put the popes to laughter, He chid the saints with rods, He took this hollow world of ours For a cup to hold his wine; In the parting of the woodways There came to him a sign. N AND THE EYES OF GUTH'RUM ALTERED FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE MORN AS A TURN OF THE WHEEL OF TEMPESTS TILTS UP THE WHOLE SKY TALL AND CLIFFS OF WAN CLOUD LUMINOUS LEAN OUT LIKE GREAT WALLS OVER US AS IF THE HEAVENS MIGHT FALL AND SUCH A TALL AND TILTED SKY SENDS CERTAIN SNOW OR LIGHT SO DID THE EYES OF GUTHRUM CHANGE AND THE TONE WAS MORE CERTAIN AND MORE STRANGE THAN A THOUSAND MEN IN FLIGHT FOR NOT TILL THE FLOOR OF THE SKIES IS SPILT OR THE STARS LOOK UP THROUGH THE RENT EARTH SNEEZE COMETH SUCH RENDING OF CERTAINTIES AS WHEN ONE WISE MAN TRULY SEES WHAT IS MORE WISE THAN HE HE SET HIS HORSE IN A BATTLE BREACH EVEN GOTHROM OF THE DANE AND AS EVER HAD FALLEN FELL HIS BRAND A FALLING TOWER OR MANY A LAND BUT GURTH THE FOWLER LAID ONE HAND UPON HIS BRIDLE REIN KING GUTHRUM WAS A GREAT LORD AND HIGHER THAN HIS GODS HE PUT THE POPES TO LAUGHTER HE CHIDE THE SAINTS WITH RODS HE TOOK THIS HOLLOW WORLD OF OURS FOR A CUP TO HOLD HIS WINE IN THE PARTING OF THE WOOD WAYS THERE CAME TO HIM A SIGN
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