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"Over our white souls also Wild heresies and high Wave prouder than the plumes of grass, And sadder than their sigh. O'ER OUR WHITE SOULS ALSO WILD HERESIES ARE HIGH WAVE PROUDER THAN THE PLUMES OF GRASS AND SADDER THAN THEIR SIGH
" And as he stumbled on one knee, The thanes broke out in ire, Crying: "Ill the watchmen watch, and ill The sheriffs keep the shire." But the young earl said: "Ill the saints, The saints of England, guard The land wherein we pledge them gold; The dykes decay, the King grows old, And surely this is hard, "That we be never quit of them; That when his head is hoar He cannot say to them he smote, And spared with a hand hard at the throat, 'Go, and return no more.'" Then Alfred smiled. And the smile of him Was like the sun for power. But he only pointed: bade them heed Those peasants of the Berkshire breed, Who plucked the old Horse of the weed As they pluck it to this hour. "Will ye part with the weeds for ever? Or show daisies to the door? Or will you bid the bold grass Go, and return no more? "So ceaseless and so secret Thrive terror and theft set free; Treason and shame shall come to pass While one weed flowers in a morass; And like the stillness of stiff grass The stillness of tyranny. E THAMES DANES TO THE EASTWARD DANES AND AS HE STUMBLED ON ONE KNEE THE DANES BROKE OUT IN IRE CRYING ALL THE WATCHMEN WATCH AND ALL THE SHERIFFS KEEP THE SHIRE BUT THE YOUNG EARL SAID ALL THE SAINTS THE SAINTS OF ENGLAND GUARD THE LAND WHEREIN WE PLEDGE THEM GOLD THE DIKES DECAY THE KING GROWS OLD AND SURELY THIS IS HARD THAT WE BE NEVER QUIT OF THEM THAT WHEN HIS HEAD IS HOAR HE CANNOT SAY TO THEM HE SMOKED AND SPARED WITH A HAND HARD AT THE THROAT GO AND RETURN NO MORE THEN ALFRED SMILED AND THE SMILE OF HIM WAS LIKE THE SUDDEN FOR POWER BUT HE ONLY POINTED BADE THEM HEED THOSE PEASANTS OF THE BERKSHIRE BREED WHO PLUCKED THE OLD HORSE OF THE WEED AS THEY PLUCK IT TO THIS HOUR WILL YE PART WITH THE WEEDS FOR EVER OR SHOW DAISIES TO THE DOOR OR WILL YOU BID THE BOLD GRASS GO AND RETURN NO MORE SO CEASELESS AND SO SECRET THRIVE TERROR AND THEFT SET FREE TREASON AND SHAME SHALL COME TO PASS WHILE ONE WEED FLOWERS IN A MORASS AND LIKE THE STILLNESS OF STIFF GRASS THE STILLNESS OF TYRANNY
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