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Cast down from some unconquered town That, rushing earthward, carries down Loads of live men of all renown   Archers and engineers. And a great clamour of Christian men Went up in agony, Crying, "Fallen is the tower of Wessex That stood beside the sea." CAST DOWN FROM SOME UNCONQUERED TOWN THAT RUSHING EARTHWARD CARRIES DOWN LOADS OF LIVE MEN OF ALL RENOWN ARCHERS AND ENGINEERS AND A GREAT CLAMOR OF CHRISTIAN MEN WENT UP IN AGONY CRYING FALLEN IS THE TOWER OF WESSEX THAT STOOD BESIDE THE SEA
the seventh Was never made by man. Seven spears, and the seventh Was wrought as the faerie blades, And given to Elf the minstrel By the monstrous water-maids; By them that dwell where luridly Lost waters of the Rhine Move among roots of nations, Being sunken for a sign. Under all graves they murmur, They murmur and rebel, Down to the buried kingdoms creep, And like a lost rain roar and weep O'er the red heavens of hell. Thrice drowned was Elf the minstrel, And washed as dead on sand; And the third time men found him The spear was in his hand. Seven spears went about Eldred, Like stays about a mast; But there was sorrow by the sea For the driving of the last. Six spears thrust upon Eldred Were splintered while he laughed; One spear thrust into Eldred, Three feet of blade and shaft. And from the great heart grievously Came forth the shaft and blade, And he stood with the face of a dead man, Stood a little, and swayed-- Then fell, as falls a battle-tower, On smashed and struggling spears. N HIM RAN FULL SEVEN SPEARS AND THE SEVENTH WAS NEVER MADE BY MAN SEVEN SPEARS AND THE SEVENTH WAS WROUGHT AS THE FAERIE BLADES AND GIVEN TO ELF A MINSTREL BY THE MONSTROUS WATER MAIDS BY THEM THAT DWELL WHERE LURIDLY LOST WATERS OF THE RHINE MOVE AMONG ROOTS OF NATIONS BEING SUNKEN FOR A SIGN UNDER ALL GRAVES THEY MURMUR THEY MURMUR AND REBEL DOWN TO THE BURIED KINGDOMS CREEP AND LIKE A LOST RAIN ROAR AND WEEP O'ER THE RED HEAVENS OF HELL THRICE DROWNED WAS ELF THE MINSTREL AND WASHED AS DEAD ON SAND AND THE THIRD TIME MEN FOUND HIM THE SPEAR WAS IN HIS HAND SEVEN SPEARS WENT ABOUT ELFRED LIKE STAYS ABOUT A MAST BUT THERE WAS SORROW BY THE SEA FOR THE DRIVING OF THE LAST SIX SPEARS THRUST UPON ELDRED WERE SPLINTERED WHILE HE LAUGHED ONE SPEAR THRUST INTO ELDRED THREE FEET BLADE AND SHAFT AND FROM THE GREAT HEART GRIEVOUSLY CAME FORTH THE SHAFT AND BLADE AND HE STOOD WITH THE FACE OF A DEAD MAN STOOD A LITTLE AND SWAYED THEN FELL AS FALLS A BATTLE TOWER ON SMASHED AND STRUGGLING SPEARS
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