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"Come not to me, King Alfred, Save always for the ale: Why should my harmless hinds be slain Because the chiefs cry once again, As in all fights, that we shall gain, And in all fights we fail? COME NOT TO ME KING ALFRED SAVE ALWAYS FOR THE EL WHY SHOULD MY HARMLESS HINDS BE SLAIN BECAUSE THE CHIEFS CRY ONCE AGAIN AS IN ALL FIGHT THAT WE SHALL GAIN AND IN ALL FIGHTS WE FAIL
en, 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. A mighty man was Eldred, A bulk for casks to fill, His face a dreaming furnace, His body a walking hill. In the old wars of Wessex His sword had sunken deep, But all his friends, he signed and said, Were broken about Ethelred; And between the deep drink and the dead He had fallen upon sleep. NG 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 A MIGHTY MAN WAS ELDRED A BULK FOR CASKS TO FILL HIS FACE WAS A DREAMING FURNACE HIS BODY A WALKING HILL IN THE OLD WARS OF WESSEX HIS SWORD HAD SUNKEN DEEP BUT ALL HIS FRIENDS HE SIGNED AND SAID WERE BROKEN ABOUT ETHELRED AND BETWEEN THE DEEP DRINK AND THE DEAD HE HAD FALLEN UPON SLEEP
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