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And long ere the noise of armour, An hour ere the break of light, The woods awoke with crash and cry, And the birds sprang clamouring harsh and high, And the rabbits ran like an elves' army Ere Alfred came in sight. AND LONG ERE THE NOISE OF ARMOUR AN HOUR AS A BREAK OF LIGHT THE WOODS AWOKE WITH CRASH AND CRY AND THE BIRDS SPRANG CLAMOURING HARSH AND HIGH AND THE RABBITS RAN LIKE AN ELVES ARMY ERE ALFRED CAME IN SIGHT
 death out of the north; Shrines without name or number He rent and rolled as lumber, From Chester to the Humber He drove his foemen forth. The Roman villas heard him In the valley of the Thames, Come over the hills roaring Above their roofs, and pouring On spire and stair and flooring Brimstone and pitch and flames. Sheer o'er the great chalk uplands And the hill of the Horse went he, Till high on Hampshire beacons He saw the southern sea. High on the heights of Wessex He saw the southern brine, And turned him to a conquered land, And where the northern thornwoods stand, And the road parts on either hand, There came to him a sign. King Guthrum was a war-chief, A wise man in the field, And though he prospered well, and knew How Alfred's folk were sad and few, Not less with weighty care he drew Long lines for pike and shield. King Guthrum lay on the upper land, On a single road at gaze, And his foe must come with lean array, Up the left arm of the cloven way, To the meeting of the ways. HRUM WAS A DREAD KING LIKE DEATH OUT OF THE NORTH SHRINES WITHOUT NAME OR NUMBER HE RENT AND ROLLED AS LUMBER FROM CHESTER TO THE HUMBER HE DROVE HIS FOEMEN FORTH THE ROMAN VILLAS HEARD HIM IN THE VALLEY OF THE THAMES COME OVER THE HILLS ROARING ABOVE THEIR ROOFS AND POURING ON SPIRE AND STAIR AND FLOORING BRIMSTONE AND PITCH AND FLAMES SHEER O'ER THE GREAT CHALK UPLANDS AND THE HILL OF THE HORSE WENT HE TILL HIGH ON HAMPSHIRE BEACONS HE SAW THE SOUTHERN SEA HIGH ON THE HEIGHTS OF WESSEX HE SAW THE SOUTHERN BRINE AND TURNED HIM TO A CONQUERED LAND WHERE THE NORTHWARD THORNWOODS STAND AND THE ROAD PARTS ON EITHER HAND THERE CAME TO HIM A SIGN KING GUTHRUM WAS A WAR CHIEF A WISE MAN IN THE FIELD AND THOUGH HE PROSPERED WELL AND KNEW HOW ALFRED'S FOLK WERE SAD AND FEW NOT LESS WITH WEIGHTY CARE HE DREW LONG LINES FOR PIKE AND SHIELD KING GUTHRUM LAY ON THE UPPER LAND ON A SINGLE ROAD AT GAZE AND HIS FOE MUST COME WITH LEAN ARRAY UP THE LEFT ARM OF THE CLOVEN WAY TO THE MEETING OF THE WAYS
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