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"And once I took my neighbour's wife, That was bound to an eastland man, In the starkness of my evil youth, Before my griefs began. AND ONCE I TOOK MY NEIGHBOUR'S WIFE THAT WAS BOUND TO AN EASTLAND MAN IN THE STARKNESS OF MY EVIL YOUTH BEFORE MY GRIEFS BEGAN
verhead, For Alfred and the star of red, All life went forth, and the forest fled Before the face of the King. But halted in the woodways Christ's few were grim and grey, And each with a small, far, bird-like sight Saw the high folly of the fight; And though strange joys had grown in the night, Despair grew with the day. And when white dawn crawled through the wood, Like cold foam of a flood, Then weakened every warrior's mood, In hope, though not in hardihood; And each man sorrowed as he stood In the fashion of his blood. For the Saxon Franklin sorrowed For the things that had been fair; For the dear dead woman, crimson-clad, And the great feasts and the friends he had; But the Celtic prince's soul was sad For the things that never were. In the eyes Italian all things But a black laughter died; And Alfred flung his shield to earth And smote his breast and cried-- "I wronged a man to his slaying, And a woman to her shame, And once I looked on a sworn maid That was wed to the Holy Name.  WING THE NESTS WERE NOISY OVERHEAD FOR ALFRED AND THE STAR OF RED ALL LIFE WENT FORTH AND THE FOREST FLED BEFORE THE FACE OF THE KING BUT HALTED IN THE WOODWAYS CHRIST'S FEW WERE GRIM AND GREY AND EACH WITH A SMALL FAR BIRD LIKE SIGHT SAW THE HIGH FOLLY OF THE FIGHT AND THOUGH STRANGE JOYS HAD GROWN IN THE NIGHT DESPAIR GREW WITH THE DAY AND WHEN WHITE DAWN CRAWLED THROUGH THE WOOD LIKE COLD FOAM OF A FLOOD THEN WEAKENED EVERY WARRIOR'S MOOD IN HOPE THOUGH NOT IN HARDIHOOD AND EACH MAN SORROWED AS HE STOOD IN THE FASHION OF HIS BLOOD FOR THE SAXON FRANKLIN SORROWED FOR THE THINGS THAT HAD BEEN FAIR FOR THE DEAR DEAD WOMAN CRIMSON CLAD AND THE GREAT FEASTS AND THE FRIENDS HE HAD BUT THE CELTIC PRINCE'S SOUL WAS SAD FOR THE THINGS THAT NEVER WERE IN THE EYES ITALIAN ALL THINGS BUT A BLACK LAUGHTER DIED AND ALFRED FLUNG HIS SHIELD TO EARTH AND SMOTE HIS BREAST AND CRIED I WRONGED A MAN TO HIS SLAYING AND A WOMAN TO HER SHAME AND ONCE I LOOKED ON A SWORN MAID THAT WAS WED TO THE HOLY NAME
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