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And Alfred in the orchard, Among apples green and red, With the little book in his bosom, Looked at green leaves and said: "When all philosophies shall fail, This word alone shall fit; That a sage feels too small for life, And a fool too large for it. AND ALFRED IN THE ORCHARD AMONG APPLES GREEN AND RED WITH A LITTLE BOOK IN HIS BOSOM LOOKED AT GREEN LEAVES AND SAID WHEN ALL'S PHILOSOPHIES SHALL FAIL THIS WORLD ALONE SHALL FIT THAT A SAGE FEELS TOO SMALL FOR LIFE AND A FOOL TOO LARGE FOR IT
Cries through a closed door. And men went forth from Alfred's face, Even great gift-bearing lords, Not to Rome only, but more bold, Out to the high hot courts of old, Of negroes clad in cloth of gold, Silence, and crooked swords, Scrawled screens and secret gardens And insect-laden skies-- Where fiery plains stretch on and on To the purple country of Prester John And the walls of Paradise. And he knew the might of the Terre Majeure, Where kings began to reign; Where in a night-rout, without name, Of gloomy Goths and Gauls there came White, above candles all aflame, Like a vision, Charlemagne. And men, seeing such embassies, Spake with the King and said: "The steel that sang so sweet a tune On Ashdown and on Ethandune, Why hangs it scabbarded so soon, All heavily like lead? "Why dwell the Danes in North England, And up to the river ride? Three more such marches like thine own Would end them; and the Pict should own Our sway; and our feet climb the throne In the mountains of Strathclyde. HE OTHER SEA AT THE WORLD'S BACK CRIES THROUGH A CLOSED DOOR AND MEN WENT FORTH FROM ALFRED'S FACE EVEN GREAT GIFT BEARING LORDS NOT TO ROME ONLY BUT MORE BOLD OUT TO THE HIGH HOT COURTS OF OLD OF NEGROES CLAD IN CLOTH OF GOLD SILENCE AND CROOKED SWORDS SCRAWLED SCREENS AND SECRET GARDENS AND INSECT LADEN SKIES WHERE FIERY PLAINS STRETCH ON AND ON TO THE PURPLE COUNTRY OF PRESTER JOHN AND THE WALLS OF PARADISE AND HE KNEW THE MIGHT OF THE TARRY MEZIER WHERE KINGS BEGAN TO REIGN WHERE IN A NIGHT ROUTE WITHOUT NAME OF GLOOMY GOTHS AND GAULS THERE CAME WHITE ABOVE CANDLES ALL AFLAME LIKE A VISION CHARLEMAGNE AND MEN SEEKING SUCH EMBASSIES SPAKE WITH THE KING AND SAID THE STEEL THAT SANG SO SWEET A TUNE ON ASHDOWN AND ON ATHENDON WHY HANGS IT SCABBARDED SO SOON ALL HEAVILY LIKE LEAD WHY DWELL THE DANES IN NORTH ENGLAND AND UP TO THE RIVER RIDE THREE MORE SUCH MARCHES LIKE THINE OWN WOULD END THEM AND THE PICK SHOULD OWN OUR SWAY AND OUR FEET CLIMB THE THRONE IN THE MOUNTAINS OF STRATHCLIDE
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