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Saying, "O great heart in the night, O best cast forth for worst, Twilight shall melt and morning stir, And no kind thing shall come to her, Till God shall turn the world over And all the last are first. SAYING O GREAT HEART IN THE NIGHT O BEST CAST FORTH FOR WORST TWILIGHT SHALL MELT AND MORNING STIR AND NO KIND THING SHALL COME TO HER TILL GOD SHALL TURN THE WORLD OVER AND ALL THE LAST ARE FIRST
went down to the river-hut He went as one that fell; Seeing the high forest domes and spars. Dim green or torn with golden scars, As the proud look up at the evil stars, In the red heavens of hell. For he must meet by the river-hut Them he had bidden to arm, Mark from the towers of Italy, And Colan of the Sacred Tree, And Eldred who beside the sea Held heavily his farm. The roof leaned gaping to the grass, As a monstrous mushroom lies; Echoing and empty seemed the place; But opened in a little space A great grey woman with scarred face And strong and humbled eyes. King Alfred was but a meagre man, Bright eyed, but lean and pale: And swordless, with his harp and rags, He seemed a beggar, such as lags Looking for crusts and ale. And the woman, with a woman's eyes Of pity at once and ire, Said, when that she had glared a span, "There is a cake for any man If he will watch the fire." And Alfred, bowing heavily, Sat down the fire to stir, And even as the woman pitied him So did he pity her. OWN AND DOWN HE WENT AS HE WENT DOWN TO THE RIVER HUT HE WENT AS ONE THAT FELL SEEING THE HIGH FOREST DOMES AND SPARS DIM GREEN OR TORN WITH GOLDEN SCARS AS THE PROUD LOOK UP AT THE EVIL STARS IN THE RED HEAVENS OF HELL BUT HE MUST MEET BY THE RIVER HUT THEM HE HAD BIDDEN TO ARM MARK FROM THE TOWERS OF ITALY AND COLON OF THE SACRED TREE AND ELDRED WHO BESIDE THE SEA HELD HEAVILY HIS FARM THE ROOF LEANED GAPING TO THE GRASS AS A MONSTROUS MUSHROOM LIES ECHOING AND EMPTY SEEMED THE PLACE BUT OPENED IN A LITTLE SPACE AND A GREAT GRAY WOMAN WITH SCARRED FACE AND STRONG AND HUMBLED EYES KING ALFRED WAS BUT A MEAGER MAN BRIGHT EYED BUT LEAN AND PALE AND SWORDLESS WITH HIS HARP AND RAGS HE SEEMED A BEGGAR SUCH AS LAGS LOOKING FOR CRUSTS AND ALE AND THE WOMAN WITH A WOMAN'S EYES OF PITY AT ONCE AND IRE SAID THAT WHEN SHE HAD GLARED A SPAN THERE IS A CAKE FOR ANY MAN IF HE WILL WATCH THE FIRE AND ALFRED BOWING HEAVILY SAT DOWN THE FIRE TO STIR AND EVEN AS THE WOMAN PITIED HIM SO DID HE PITY HER
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