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Then Alfred, King of England, Bade blow the horns of war, And fling the Golden Dragon out, With crackle and acclaim and shout, Scrolled and aflame and far. THEN ALFRED KING OF ENGLAND BADE BLOW THE HORNS OF WAR AND FLING THE GOLDEN DRAGON OUT WITH CRACKLE AND ACCLAIM AND SHOUT SCROLLED AND FLAME AND FAR
hools and monks were none, We reared such stones to the sun-god As might put out the sun. "The tall trees of Britain We worshipped and were wise, But you shall raid the whole land through And never a tree shall talk to you, Though every leaf is a tongue taught true And the forest is full of eyes. "On one round hill to the seaward The trees grow tall and grey And the trees talk together When all men are away. "O'er a few round hills forgotten The trees grow tall in rings, And the trees talk together Of many pagan things. "Yet I could lie and listen With a cross upon my clay, And hear unhurt for ever What the trees of Britain say." A proud man was the Roman, His speech a single one, But his eyes were like an eagle's eyes That is staring at the sun. "Dig for me where I die," he said, "If first or last I fall-- Dead on the fell at the first charge, Or dead by Wantage wall; "Lift not my head from bloody ground, Bear not my body home, For all the earth is Roman earth And I shall die in Rome. EY GREEN EYES WERE CRUEL AND THE SMILE OF HIS MOUTH WAXED HARD AND HE SAID AND WHEN DID BRITAIN BECOME YOUR BURYING YARD THE TALL TREES OF BRITAIN WE WORSHIPPED AND WERE WISE BUT YOU SHALL RAID THE WHOLE LAND THROUGH AND NEVER A TREE SHALL TALK TO YOU THOUGH EVERY LEAF IS A TONGUE TAUGHT TRUE AND THE FOREST IS FULL OF EYES ON ONE ROUND HILL TO THE SEAWARD THE TREES GROW TALL AND GREY AND THE TREES TALK TOGETHER WHEN ALL MEN ARE AWAY OR A FEW ROUND HILLS FORGOTTEN THE TREES GROW TALL IN RINGS AND THE TREES TALK TOGETHER OF MANY PAGAN THINGS YET I COULD LIE AND LISTEN WITH A CROSS UPON MY CLAY AND HEAR UNHURT FOR EVER WHAT THE TREES OF BRITAIN SAY A PROUD MAN WAS THE ROMAN HIS SPEECH A SINGLE ONE BUT HIS EYES WERE LIKE AN EAGLE'S EYES THAT IS STARING AT THE SUN DIG FOR ME WHERE I DIE HE SAID IF FIRST OR LAST I FALL DEAD ON THE FELL AT THE FIRST CHARGE OR DEAD BY WANTAGE WALL LIFT NOT MY HEAD FROM BLOODY GROUND BEAR NOT MY BODY HOME FOR ALL THE EARTH IS ROMAN EARTH AND I SHALL DIE IN ROME
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