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They seemed as trees walking the earth, As witless and as tall, Yet they took hold upon the heavens And no help came at all. THEY SEEMED AS TREES WALKING THE EARTH AS WITLESS AND AS TALL YET THEY TOOK HOLD UPON THE HEAVENS AND NO HELP CAME AT ALL
s shield And roaring on him when he reeled; And no help came at all. He broke them with a broken sword A little towards the sea, And for one hour of panting peace, Ringed with a roar that would not cease, With golden crown and girded fleece Made laws under a tree. The Northmen came about our land A Christless chivalry: Who knew not of the arch or pen, Great, beautiful half-witted men From the sunrise and the sea. Misshapen ships stood on the deep Full of strange gold and fire, And hairy men, as huge as sin With horned heads, came wading in Through the long, low sea-mire. Our towns were shaken of tall kings With scarlet beards like blood: The world turned empty where they trod, They took the kindly cross of God And cut it up for wood. Their souls were drifting as the sea, And all good towns and lands They only saw with heavy eyes, And broke with heavy hands, Their gods were sadder than the sea, Gods of a wandering will, Who cried for blood like beasts at night, Sadly, from hill to hill.  WITH FOEMEN LEANING ON HIS SHIELD AND ROARING ON HIM WHEN HE REELED AND NO HELP CAME AT ALL HE BROKE THEM WITH A BROKEN SWORD A LITTLE TOWARDS THE SEA AND FOR ONE HOUR OF PANTING PEACE RINGED WITH A ROAR THAT WOULD NOT CEASE WITH GOLDEN CROWN AND GIRDED FLEECE MADE LAWS UNDER A TREE THE NORTHMEN CAME ABOUT OUR LAND A CHRISTLESS CHIVALRY WHO KNEW NOT OF THE ARCH OR PEN GREAT BEAUTIFUL HALF WITTED MEN FROM THE SUNRISE AND THE SEA MISSHAPEN SHIPS STOOD ON THE DEEP FULL OF STRANGE GOLD AND FIRE AND HAIRY MEN AS HUGE AS SIN WITH HORNED HEADS CAME WADING IN THROUGH THE LONG LOW SEA MIRE OUR TOWNS WERE SHAKEN OF TALL KINGS WITH SCARLET BEARDS LIKE BLOOD THE WORLD TURNED EMPTY WHERE THEY TROD THEY TOOK THE KINDLY CROSS OF GOD AND CUT IT UP FOR WOOD THEIR SOULS WERE DRIFTING OF THE SEA AND ALL GOOD TOWNS AND LANDS THEY ONLY SAW WITH HEAVY EYES AND BROKE WITH HEAVY HANDS THEIR GODS WERE SADDER THAN THE SEA GODS OF A WANDERING WILL WHO CRIED FOR BLOOD LIKE BEASTS AT NIGHT SADLY FROM HILL TO HILL
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