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"They shall come mild as monkish clerks, With many a scroll and pen; And backward shall ye turn and gaze, Desiring one of Alfred's days, When pagans still were men. THEY SHALL COME MILD AS MONKISH CLERKS WITH MANY A SCROLL AND PEN AND BACKWARD SHALL YE TURN AND GAZE DESIRING ONE OF ALFRED'S DAYS WHEN PAGANS STILL WERE MEN
ond plains, fell beyond fell, That a man at sunset sees so well, And the tiny coloured towns that dwell In the corners of the sky. But dark and thick as thronged the host, With drum and torch and blade, The still-eyed King sat pondering, As one that watches a live thing, The scoured chalk; and he said, "Though I give this land to Our Lady, That helped me in Athelney, Though lordlier trees and lustier sod And happier hills hath no flesh trod Than the garden of the Mother of God Between Thames side and the sea, "I know that weeds shall grow in it Faster than men can burn; And though they scatter now and go, In some far century, sad and slow, I have a vision, and I know The heathen shall return. "They shall not come with warships, They shall not waste with brands, But books be all their eating, And ink be on their hands. "Not with the humour of hunters Or savage skill in war, But ordering all things with dead words, Strings shall they make of beasts and birds, And wheels of wind and star. S DREW NIGH PLAINS BEYOND PLAINS FELL BEYOND FELL THAT A MAN AT SUNSET SEES SO WELL AND THE TINY COLOURED TOWNS THAT DWELL IN THE CORNERS OF THE SKY BUT DARK AND THICK AS THRONGED THE HOST WITH DRUM AND TORCH AND BLADE THAT STILL EYED KING SAT PONDERING AS ONE THAT WATCHES A LIVE THING THE SCOURED CHALK AND HE SAID THOUGH I GIVE THIS LAND TO OUR LADY THAT HELPED ME IN ATTIL NAY THOUGH LORDLIER TREES AND LUSTIER SOD AND HAPPIER HILLS HATH NO FLESH TROD THAN THE GARDEN OF THE MOTHER OF GOD BETWEEN THE THAMES SIDE AND THE SEA I KNOW THAT WEEDS SHALL GROW IN IT FASTER THAN MEN CAN BURN AND THOUGH THEY SCATTER NOW AND GO IN SOME FAR CENTURY SAD AND SLOW I HAVE A VISION AND I KNOW THE HEATHEN SHALL RETURN THEY SHALL NOT COME WITH WARSHIPS THEY SHALL NOT WASTE WITH BRANDS BUT IN BOOKS BE ALL THEIR EATING AND INK BE ON THEIR HANDS NOT WITH THE HUMOUR OF HUNTERS OR SAVAGE SKILL IN WAR BUT ORDERING ALL THINGS WITH DEAD WORDS STRINGS SHALL THEY MAKE OF BEASTS AND BIRDS AND WHEELS OF WIND AND STAR
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