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And he saw in a little picture, Tiny and far away, His mother sitting in Egbert's hall, And a book she showed him, very small, Where a sapphire Mary sat in stall With a golden Christ at play. AND HE SAW IN A LITTLE PICTURE TINY AND FAR AWAY HIS MOTHER SITTING IN EGBERT'S HALL AND A BOOK SHE SHOWED HIM VERY SMALL WHERE SAPPHIRE MARY SAT IN STALL WAS A GOLDEN CHRIST AT PLAY
ng, When Alfred came to Athelney To be an English king. For earthquake swallowing earthquake Uprent the Wessex tree; The whirlpool of the pagan sway Had swirled his sires as sticks away When a flood smites the sea. And the great kings of Wessex Wearied and sank in gore, And even their ghosts in that great stress Grew greyer and greyer, less and less, With the lords that died in Lyonesse And the king that comes no more. And the God of the Golden Dragon Was dumb upon his throne, And the lord of the Golden Dragon Ran in the woods alone. And if ever he climbed the crest of luck And set the flag before, Returning as a wheel returns, Came ruin and the rain that burns, And all began once more. And naught was left King Alfred But shameful tears of rage, In the island in the river In the end of all his age. In the island in the river He was broken to his knee: And he read, writ with an iron pen, That God had wearied of Wessex men And given their country, field and fen, To the devils of the sea. EFT NOR ANY ENGLISH THING WHEN ALFRED CAME TO ADILNEE TO BE AN ENGLISH KING FOR EARTHQUAKE SWALLOWING EARTHQUAKE UPRENT THE WESSEX TREE THE WHIRLPOOL OF THE PAGAN SWAY HAD SWIRLED HIS SIRES AS STICKS AWAY WHEN A FLOOD SMITES THE SEA AND THE GREAT KINGS OF WESSEX WEARIED AND SANK IN GORE AND EVEN THEIR GHOSTS IN THAT GREAT STRESS GREW GREYER AND GREYER LESS AND LESS WITH THE LORD THAT DIED IN LIONESS AND THE KING THAT COMES NO MORE AND THE GOD OF THE GOLDEN DRAGON WAS DUMB UPON HIS THRONE AND THE LORD OF THE GOLDEN DRAGON RAN IN THE WOODS ALONE AND IF HE EVER CLIMBED THE CREST OF LUCK AND SET THE FLAG BEFORE RETURNING AS THE WHEEL RETURNS CAME RUIN AND THE RAIN THAT BURNS AND ALL BEGAN ONCE MORE AND NAUGHT WAS LEFT KING ALFRED BUT SHAMEFUL TEARS OF RAGE IN THE ISLAND IN THE RIVER IN THE END OF ALL HIS AGE IN THE ISLAND IN THE RIVER HE WAS BROKEN TO HIS KNEE AND HE READ WRIT WITH AN IRON PEN THAT GOD HAD WEARIED OF WESSEX MEN AND GIVEN THEIR COUNTRY FIELD AND FEN TO THE DEVILS OF THE SEA
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