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A mighty man was Eldred, A bulk for casks to fill, His face a dreaming furnace, His body a walking hill. A MIGHTY MAN WAS ELDRED A BULK FOR CASKS TO FILL HIS FACE WAS A DREAMING FURNACE HIS BODY A WALKING HILL
his laws, Because of the joy of the giants, The joy without a cause. The King went gathering Wessex men, As grain out of the chaff The few that were alive to die, Laughing, as littered skulls that lie After lost battles turn to the sky An everlasting laugh. The King went gathering Christian men, As wheat out of the husk; Eldred, the Franklin by the sea, And Mark, the man from Italy, And Colan of the Sacred Tree, From the old tribe on Usk. The rook croaked homeward heavily, The west was clear and warm, The smoke of evening food and ease Rose like a blue tree in the trees When he came to Eldred's farm. But Eldred's farm was fallen awry, Like an old cripple's bones, And Eldred's tools were red with rust, And on his well was a green crust, And purple thistles upward thrust, Between the kitchen stones. But smoke of some good feasting Went upwards evermore, And Eldred's doors stood wide apart For loitering foot or labouring cart, And Eldred's great and foolish heart Stood open like his door. E MEASURES AND HE SANG ALOUD HIS LAWS BECAUSE OF THE JOY OF THE GIANTS THE JOY WITHOUT A CAUSE THE KING WENT GATHERING WESSEX MEN AS GRAIN OUT OF THE CHAFF THE FEW THAT WERE ALIVE TO DIE LAUGHING AS LITTERED SKULLS THAT LIE AFTER LOST BATTLES TURNED TO THE SKY IN EVERLASTING LAUGH THE KING WENT GATHERING CHRISTIAN MEN AS WHEAT OUT OF THE HUSK ELDRED THE FRANKLIN BY THE SEA AND MARK THE MAN FROM ITALY AND COLIN OF THE SACRED TREE FROM THE OLD TRIBE ON OSK THE ROOK CROAKED HOMEWARD HEAVILY THE WEST WAS CLEAR AND WARM SMOKE OF EVENING FOOD AND EASE ROSE LIKE A BLUE TREE IN THE TREES WHEN HE CAME TO ELDRED'S FARM BUT ELDRED'S FARM WAS FALLEN AWRY LIKE AN OLD CRIPPLED'S BONES AND ELDRED'S TOOLS WERE RED WITH RUST AND ON HIS WELL WAS A GREEN CRUST AND PURPLE THISTLES UPWARD THRUST BETWEEN THE KITCHEN STONES BUT SMOKE OF SOME GOOD FEASTING WENT UPWARDS EVERMORE AND ELDRED'S DOOR STOOD WIDE APART FOR LOITERING FOOT OR LABOURING CART AND ELDRED'S GREAT AND FOOLISH HEART STOOD OPEN LIKE HIS DOOR
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