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And he turned his back and broke the fern, And fought the moths of dusk, And went on his way for other friends Friends fallen of all the wide world's ends, From Rome that wrath and pardon sends And the grey tribes on Usk. AND HE TURNED HIS BACK AND BROKE THE FERN AND FOUGHT THE MAULS OF DUSK AND WENT ON HIS WAY FOR OTHER FRIENDS FRIENDS FALLEN OF ALL THE WIDE WORLD'S ENDS FROM ROME THAT A WRATH AND PARDON SENDS AND THE GREY TRIBES UNASK
ear is a lesser thing, But comes in a better name. "Out of the mouth of the Mother of God, More than the doors of doom, I call the muster of Wessex men From grassy hamlet or ditch or den, To break and be broken, God knows when, But I have seen for whom. "Out of the mouth of the Mother of God Like a little word come I; For I go gathering Christian men From sunken paving and ford and fen, To die in a battle, God knows when, By God, but I know why. "And this is the word of Mary, The word of the world's desire 'No more of comfort shall ye get, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher.'" Then silence sank. And slowly Arose the sea-land lord, Like some vast beast for mystery, He filled the room and porch and sky, And from a cobwebbed nail on high Unhooked his heavy sword. Up on the shrill sea-downs and up Went Alfred all alone, Turning but once e'er the door was shut, Shouting to Eldred over his butt, That he bring all spears to the woodman's hut Hewn under Egbert's Stone. I BOAST OF SCALD OR KING THE THING I BEAR IS A LESSER THING BUT COMES IN A BETTER NAME OUT OF THE MOUTH OF THE MOTHER OF GOD MORE THAN THE DOORS OF DOOM I CALL THE MUSTER OF WESSEX MEN FROM GRASSY HAMLET OR DITCH OR DEN TO BREAK AND BE BROKEN GOD KNOWS WHEN BUT I HAVE SEEN FOR WHOM OUT OF THE MOUTH OF THE MOTHER OF GOD LIKE A LITTLE WORD COME I FOR I GO GATHERING CHRISTIAN MEN FROM SUNKEN PAVING AND FORD AND A FEN TO DIE IN A BATTLE GOD KNOWS WHEN BY GOD BUT I KNOW WHY AND THIS IS THE WORD OF MARY THE WORD OF THE WORLD'S DESIRE NO MORE OF COMFORT SHALL YE GET SAVE THE SKY GROWS DARKER YET AND THE SEA RISES HIGHER THEN SILENCE SANK AND SLOWLY AROSE TO SEE LANDLORD LIKE SOME VAST BEAST FOR MYSTERY HE FILLED THE ROOM AND PORCH AND SKY AND FROM A COBWEBBED NAIL ON HIGH UNHOOKED HIS HEAVY SWORD UP ON THE SHRILL SEA DOWNS AND UP WENT ALFRED ALL ALONE TURNING BUT ONCE O'ER THE DOOR WAS SHUT SHOUTING TO ELDRED O'ER HIS BUTT DID HE BRING ALL SPEARS TO THE WOODMAN'S HUT HEWN UNDER EDBERT'S STONE
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