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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.'" 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
 repose, That as old customs in his sight Were a straight road and a steady light, He bade them keep the White Horse white As the first plume of the snows. And right to the red torchlight, From the trouble of morning grey, They stripped the White Horse of the grass As they strip it to this day. And under the red torchlight He went dreaming as though dull, Of his old companions slain like kings, And the rich irrevocable things Of a heart that hath not openings, But is shut fast, being full. And the torchlight touched the pale hair Where silver clouded gold, And the frame of his face was made of cords, And a young lord turned among the lords And said: "The King is old." And even as he said it A post ran in amain, Crying: "Arm, Lord King, the hamlets arm, In the horror and the shade of harm, They have burnt Brand of Aynger's farm-- The Danes are come again! "Danes drive the white East Angles In six fights on the plains, Danes waste the world about the Thames, Danes to the eastward--Danes! YS OF ALFRED IN THE DAYS OF HIS REPOSE THAT HIS OLD CUSTOMS IN HIS SIGHT WERE A STRAIGHT ROAD AND A STEADY LIGHT HE BADE THEM KEEP THE WHITE HORSE WHITE AS THE FIRST PLUME OF THE SNOWS AND RIGHT TO THE RED TORCHLIGHT FROM THE TROUBLE OF MORNING GREY THEY STRIPPED THE WHITE HORSE OF THE GRASS AS THEY STRIP IT TO THIS DAY AND UNDER THE RED TORCHLIGHT HE WENT DREAMING AS THOUGH DULL OF HIS OLD COMPANION SLAIN LIKE KINGS AND THE RICH IRREVOCABLE THINGS OF A HEART THAT HATH NOT OPENINGS BUT IS SHEPH FAST BEING FULL AND THE TORCHLIGHT TOUCHED THE PALE HAIR WHERE SILVER CLOUDED GOLD AND THE FRAME OF HIS FACE WAS MADE OF CORDS AND A YOUNG LORD TURNED AMONG THE LORDS AND SAID THE KING IS OLD AND EVEN AS HE SAID IT A POST RAN IN AMAIN CRYING ARM LORD KING THE HAMLET'S ARM IN THE HORROR AND THE SHADE OF HARM THEY HAVE BURNT BRAND OF ANGER'S FARM THE DANES ARE COME AGAIN DANES DRIVE THE WHITE EAST ANGLES IN SIX FIGHTS ON THE PLAINS DANES WASTE THE WORLD ABOUT THE THAMES DANES TO THE EASTWARD DANES
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