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Even so he had watched and wondered Under Ashdown from the plains; With Ethelred praying in his tent, Till the white hawthorn swung and bent, As Alfred rushed his spears and rent The shield wall of the Danes. EVEN SO HE HAD WATCHED AND WANDERED UNDER ASH DOWN FROM THE PLAINS WITH ETHELRED PRAYING IN HIS TENT TILL THE WHITE HAWTHORN SWUNG AND BENT AS ALFRED RUSHED HIS SPEARS AND RENT THE SHIELD WALL OF THE DANES
 stand And the small apples grow." And the King, with harp on shoulder, Stood up and ceased his song; And the owls moaned from the mighty trees, And the Danes laughed loud and long. BOOK IV. THE WOMAN IN THE FOREST Thick thunder of the snorting swine, Enormous in the gloam, Rending among all roots that cling, And the wild horses whinnying, Were the night's noises when the King Shouldering his harp, went home. With eyes of owl and feet of fox, Full of all thoughts he went; He marked the tilt of the pagan camp, The paling of pine, the sentries' tramp, And the one great stolen altar-lamp Over Guthrum in his tent. By scrub and thorn in Ethandune That night the foe had lain; Whence ran across the heather grey The old stones of a Roman way; And in a wood not far away The pale road split in twain. He marked the wood and the cloven ways With an old captain's eyes, And he thought how many a time had he Sought to see Doom he could not see; How ruin had come and victory, And both were a surprise.  BOOK FOUR OF THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE BY G CHESTERTON THIS LIVER OF OX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN BOOK FOUR THE WOMAN IN THE FOREST THICK THUNDER AND THE SNORTING SWINE ENORMOUS IN THE GLOME RENDING AMONG ALL ROOTS THAT CLING AND THE WILD HORSES WHINNYING WERE THE NIGHT'S NOISES WHEN THE KING SHOULDERING HIS HARP WENT HOME WITH EYES OF OWL AND FEET OF FOX FULL OF ALL THOUGHTS HE WENT HE MARKED THE TILT OF THE PAGAN CAMP THE PALING OF PINE THE SENTRY'S TRAMP AND THE ONE GREAT STOLEN ALTAR LAMP OVER GOTHRUM IN HIS TENT BY SCRUB AND THORN IN ETHELDON THAT NIGHT THE FOE HAD LAIN WENT RAN ACROSS THE HEATHER GREY THE OLD STONES OF A ROMAN WAY AND IN A WOOD NOT FAR AWAY THE PALE ROAD SPLIT IN TWAIN HE MARKED THE WOOD AND THE CLOVEN WAYS WITH AN OLD CAPTAIN'S EYES AND HE THOUGHT HOW MANY A TIME HAD HE SOUGHT TO SEE DOOM HE COULD NOT SEE HOW RUIN HAD COME AND VICTORY AND BOTH WERE A SURPRISE
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