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And all the while on White Horse Hill The horse lay long and wan, The turf crawled and the fungus crept, And the little sorrel, while all men slept, Unwrought the work of man. AND ALL THE WHILE ON WHITE HORSE HILL THE HORSE LAY LONG AND WAN THE TURF CRAWLED AND THE FUNGUS CREPT AND THE LITTLE SORREL WHILE ALL MEN SLEPT UNWROUGHT THE WORK OF MAN
e land of the East Saxons, From the sunrise and the sea. From the plains of the white sunrise, And sad St. Edmund's crown, Where the pools of Essex pale and gleam Out beyond London Town-- In mighty and doubtful fragments, Like faint or fabled wars, Climbed the old hills of his renown, Where the bald brow of White Horse Down Is close to the cold stars. But away in the eastern places The wind of death walked high, And a raid was driven athwart the raid, The sky reddened and the smoke swayed, And the tall grey horse went by. The gates of the great river Were breached as with a barge, The walls sank crowded, say the scribes, And high towers populous with tribes Seemed leaning from the charge. Smoke like rebellious heavens rolled Curled over coloured flames, Mirrored in monstrous purple dreams In the mighty pools of Thames. Loud was the war on London wall, And loud in London gates, And loud the sea-kings in the cloud Broke through their dreaming gods, and loud Cried on their dreadful Fates. Y AND BROKENLY FROM THE LAND OF THE EAST SAXONS FROM THE SUNRISE AND THE SEA FROM THE PLAINS OF THE WHITE SUNRISE AND SAD SAINT EDMUND'S CROWN WHERE THE POOLS OF ESSEX PALE AND GLEAM OUT BEYOND LONDON TOWN IN MIGHTY AND DOUBTFUL FRAGMENTS LIKE FAINT OR FABLED WARS CLIMBED THE OLD HILLS OF HIS RENOWN WHERE THE BOLD BROW OF THE WHITE HORSE DOWN IS CLOSE TO THE COLD STARS BUT AWAY IN THE EASTERN PLACES THE WIND OF DEATH WALKED HIGH AND A RAID WAS DRIVEN ATHWART THE RAID THE SKY REDDENED AND THE SMOKE SWAYED AND THE TALL GRAY HORSE WENT BY THE GATES OF THE GREAT RIVER WERE BREACHED AS WITH A BARGE THE WALLS SANK CROWDED SAY THE SCRIBES AND HIGH TOWERS POPULOUS WITH TRIBES SEEMED LEANING FROM THE CHART SMOKE LIKE REBELLIOUS HEAVENS ROLLED CURLED OVER COLORED FLAMES MIRRORED IN MONSTROUS PURPLE DREAMS IN THE MIGHTY POOL OF THAMES LOUD WAS THE WAR ON LONDON WALL AND LOUD IN LONDON GATES AND LOUD THE SEA KINGS IN THE CLOUD BROKE THROUGH THEIR DREAMING GODS AND LOUD CRIED ON THEIR DREADFUL FATE
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