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The thorn woods over Ethandune Stand sharp and thick as spears, By night and furze and forest harms Far sundered were the friends in arms; The loud lost blows, the last alarms, Came not to Alfred's ears. THE THORN WOODS OVER ETHELDON STAND SHARP AND THICK AS SPEARS BY NIGHT AND FIRS AND FOREST HARMS FAR SUNDERED WITH OUR FRIENDS IN ARMS AND LOUD LOST BLOWS THE LAST ALARMS CAME NOT TO ALFRED'S EARS
ngs that happen then. "It is not Alfred's dwarfish sword, Nor Egbert's pigmy crown, Shall stay us now that descend in thunder, Rending the realms and the realms thereunder, Down through the world and down." There was that in the wild men back of him, There was that in his own wild song, A dizzy throbbing, a drunkard smoke, That dazed to death all Wessex folk, And swept their spears along. Vainly the sword of Colan And the axe of Alfred plied-- The Danes poured in like a brainless plague, And knew not when they died. Prince Colan slew a score of them, And was stricken to his knee; King Alfred slew a score and seven And was borne back on a tree. Back to the black gate of the woods, Back up the single way, Back by the place of the parting ways Christ's knights were whirled away. And when they came to the parting ways Doom's heaviest hammer fell, For the King was beaten, blind, at bay, Down the right lane with his array, But Colan swept the other way, Where he smote great strokes and fell. HE END OF THE WORLD AND THE THINGS THAT HAPPEN THEN IT IS NOT ALFRED'S DWARFISH SWORD NOR EGBERT'S PIGMY CROWN SHALL STAY US NOW THAT DESCEND IN THUNDER RENDING THE REALMS AND THE REALMS THEREUNDER DOWN THROUGH THE WORLD AND DOWN THERE WAS THAT IN THE WILD MAN BACK OF HIM THERE WAS THAT IN HIS OWN WILD SONG A DIZZY THROBBING A DRUNKARD SMOKE THAT DAZED TO DEATH ALL WESSEX FOLK AND SWEPT THEIR SPEARS ALONG VAINLY THE SWORD OF COLIN AND THE AXE OF ALFRED PLIED THE DANES POURED IN LIKE A BRAINLESS PLAGUE AND KNEW NOT WHEN THEY DIED PRINCE COLAN SLEW A SCORE OF THEM AND WAS STRICKEN TO HIS KNEE KING ALFRED SLEW A SCORE AND SEVEN AND WAS BORNE BACK ON A TREE BACK TO THE BLACK GATE OF THE WOODS BACK UP THE SINGLE WAY BACK BY THE PLACE OF THE PARTING WAYS CHRIST'S KNIGHTS WERE WHIRLED AWAY AND WHEN THEY CAME TO THE PARTING WAYS DOOM'S HEAVIEST HAMMER FELL FOR THE KING WAS BEATEN BLIND AT BAY DOWN THE RIGHT LINE WITH HIS ARRAY BUT COLIN SWEPT THE OTHER WAY WHERE HE SMOTE GREAT STROKES AND FELL
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