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And in many a Roman villa Earth and her ivies eat, Saw coloured pavements sink and fade In flowers, and the windy colonnade Like the spectre of a street. But the cold stars clustered Among the cold pines Ere he was half on his pilgrimage Over the western lines. AND IN MANY A ROMAN VILLA EARTH AND HER IVIES EAT SARCOLOURED PAVEMENTS SINK AND FADE IN FLOWERS AND THE WINDY COLONNADE LIKE THE SPECTRE OF A STREET BUT THE COLD STARS CLUSTERED AMONG THE COLD PINES ERE HE WAS HALF ON HIS PILGRIMAGE OVER THE WESTERN LINES
, To die in a battle, God knows when, By God, but I know why. "And this is the word of Mary, The word of the world's desire 'No more of comfort shall ye get, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher.'" Then silence sank. And slowly Arose the sea-land lord, Like some vast beast for mystery, He filled the room and porch and sky, And from a cobwebbed nail on high Unhooked his heavy sword. Up on the shrill sea-downs and up Went Alfred all alone, Turning but once e'er the door was shut, Shouting to Eldred over his butt, That he bring all spears to the woodman's hut Hewn under Egbert's Stone. And he turned his back and broke the fern, And fought the moths of dusk, And went on his way for other friends Friends fallen of all the wide world's ends, From Rome that wrath and pardon sends And the grey tribes on Usk. He saw gigantic tracks of death And many a shape of doom, Good steadings to grey ashes gone And a monk's house white like a skeleton In the green crypt of the combe. ROM SUNKEN PAVING AND FORD AND A FEN TO DIE IN A BATTLE GOD KNOWS WHEN BY GOD BUT I KNOW WHY AND THIS IS THE WORD OF MARY THE WORD OF THE WORLD'S DESIRE NO MORE OF COMFORT SHALL YE GET SAVE THE SKY GROWS DARKER YET AND THE SEA RISES HIGHER THEN SILENCE SANK AND SLOWLY AROSE TO SEE LANDLORD LIKE SOME VAST BEAST FOR MYSTERY HE FILLED THE ROOM AND PORCH AND SKY AND FROM A COBWEBBED NAIL ON HIGH UNHOOKED HIS HEAVY SWORD UP ON THE SHRILL SEA DOWNS AND UP WENT ALFRED ALL ALONE TURNING BUT ONCE O'ER THE DOOR WAS SHUT SHOUTING TO ELDRED O'ER HIS BUTT DID HE BRING ALL SPEARS TO THE WOODMAN'S HUT HEWN UNDER EDBERT'S STONE AND HE TURNED HIS BACK AND BROKE THE FERN AND FOUGHT THE MAULS OF DUSK AND WENT ON HIS WAY FOR OTHER FRIENDS FRIENDS FALLEN OF ALL THE WIDE WORLD'S ENDS FROM ROME THAT A WRATH AND PARDON SENDS AND THE GREY TRIBES UNASK HE SAW GIGANTIC TRACKS OF DEATH IN MANY A SHAPE OF DOOM GOOD STEADINGS TO GREY ASHES GONE AND A MONK'S HOUSE WHITE LIKE A SKELETON IN THE GREEN CRYPT OF THE COMB
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