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And when they came to the open land They wheeled, deployed and stood; Midmost were Marcus and the King, And Eldred on the right hand wing, And leftwards Colan darkling, In the last shade of the wood. AND WHEN THEY CAME TO THE OPEN LAND THEY WHEELED DEPLOYED AND STOOD MIDMOST WERE MARCUS AND THE KING AND ELDRED ON THE RIGHT HAND WING AND LEFT WORDS CALLING DARKLING IN THE LAST SHADE OF THE WOOD
l 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." 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. And under the Golden Dragon Went Wessex all along, Past the sharp point of the cloven ways, Out from the black wood into the blaze Of sun and steel and song. REST 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 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 AND UNDER THE GOLDEN DRAGON WENT WESSEX ALL ALONG PAST THE SHARP POINT OF THE CLOVEN WAYS OUT FROM THE BLACK WOOD INTO THE BLAZE OF SUN AND STEEL AND SONG
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