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By the yawning tree in the twilight The King unbound his sword, Severed the harp of all his goods, And there in the cool and soundless woods Sounded a single chord. BY THE YAWNING TREE IN THE TWILIGHT THE KING UNBOUND HIS SWORD SEVERED THE HARP OF ALL HIS GOODS AND THERE IN THE COOL AND SOUNDLESS WOODS SOUNDED A SINGLE CHORD
d when you lose you rail, Army of eastland yokels Not strong enough to fail." "I bring not boast or railing," Spake Alfred not in ire, "I bring of Our Lady a lesson set, This--that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher." Then Colan of the Sacred Tree Tossed his black mane on high, And cried, as rigidly he rose, "And if the sea and sky be foes, We will tame the sea and sky." Smiled Alfred, "Seek ye a fable More dizzy and more dread Than all your mad barbarian tales Where the sky stands on its head? "A tale where a man looks down on the sky That has long looked down on him; A tale where a man can swallow a sea That might swallow the seraphim. "Bring to the hut by Egbert's Stone All bills and bows ye have." And Alfred strode off rapidly, And Colan of the Sacred Tree Went slowly to his cave. BOOK III. THE HARP OF ALFRED In a tree that yawned and twisted The King's few goods were flung, A mass-book mildewed, line by line, And weapons and a skin of wine, And an old harp unstrung.  BOOK THREE OF THE BALLOT OF THE WHITE HORSE BY G CHESTERTON THIS SLIP OF OX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN BOOK THREE THE HARP OF ALFRED IN A TREE THAT YAWNED AND TWISTED THE KING'S FEW GOODS WERE FLUNG A MASS BOOK MILDEWED LINE BY LINE AND WEAPONS AND A SKIN OF WINE AND AN OLD HARP UNSTRUNG
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