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And a boy went before them all Blowing a ram's horn. As mocking such rude revelry, The dim clan of the Gael Came like a bad king's burial end, With dismal robes that drop and rend And demon pipes that wail   In long, outlandish garments, Torn, though of antique worth, With Druid beards and Druid spears, As a resurrected race appears Out of an elder earth. AND A BOY WENT BEFORE THEM ALL BLOWING A RAM'S HORN SMOCKING SUCH RUDE REVELRY THE DIM CLAN OF THE GALE CAME LIKE A BAD KING'S BURIAL END WITH DISMAL ROBES THAT DROP AND REND AND DEMON PIPES THAT WAIL IN LONG OUTLANDISH GARMENTS TORN THOUGH OF ANTIQUE WORTH WITH RUID BEARDS AND RUINED SPEARS AS THE RESURRECTED RACE APPEARS OUT OF AN ELDER EARTH
ore-- Unless there be a little door, A little door in heaven." And as he wept for the woman He let her business be, And like his royal oath and rash The good food fell upon the ash And blackened instantly. Screaming, the woman caught a cake Yet burning from the bar, And struck him suddenly on the face, Leaving a scarlet scar. King Alfred stood up wordless, A man dead with surprise, And torture stood and the evil things That are in the childish hearts of kings An instant in his eyes. And even as he stood and stared Drew round him in the dusk Those friends creeping from far-off farms, Marcus with all his slaves in arms, And the strange spears hung with ancient charms Of Colan of the Usk. With one whole farm marching afoot The trampled road resounds, Farm-hands and farm-beasts blundering by And jars of mead and stores of rye, Where Eldred strode above his high And thunder-throated hounds. And grey cattle and silver lowed Against the unlifted morn, And straw clung to the spear-shafts tall. T THESE ARE SORRY EVERMORE UNLESS THERE BE A LITTLE DOOR A LITTLE DOOR IN HEAVEN AND AS HE WEPT FOR THE WOMAN HE LET HER BUSINESS BE AND LIKE HIS ROYAL OATH AND RASH THE GOOD FOOD FELL UPON THE ASH AND BLACKENED INSTANTLY SCREAMING THE WOMAN CAUGHT A CAKE YET BURNING FROM THE BAR AND STRUCK HIM SUDDENLY ON THE FACE LEAVING A SCARLET SCAR KING ALFRED STOOD UP WORDLESS A MAN DEAD WITH SURPRISE AND TORTURE STOOD IN THE EVIL THINGS THAT ARE IN THE CHILDISH HEARTS OF KINGS AN INSTANT IN HIS EYES AND EVEN AS HE STOOD AND STARED DREW ROUND HIM FROM THE DUSK THOSE FRIENDS CREEPING FROM FAR OFF FARM MARCUS WITH ALL HIS SLAVES IN ARMS AND THE STRANGE SPEARS HUNG WITH ANCIENT CHARMS OF COLON OF THE ASK WITH ONE WHOLE FARM MARCHING AFOOT THE TRAMPLED ROAD RESOUNDS FARM HANDS AND FARM BEASTS BLUNDERING BY AND JARS OF MEAD AND STORES OF RYE WHERE ELDRED STRODE ABOVE HIS HIGH AND THUNDER THROATED HOUNDS AND GRAY CATTLE AND SILVER LOAD AGAINST THE UNLIFTED MORN AND STRAW CLUNG TO THE SPEAR SHAFTS TALL
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