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"I was a fool and wasted ale   My slaves found it sweet; I was a fool and wasted bread, And the birds had bread to eat. I WAS A FOOL AND WASTED ALE MY SLAVES FOUND IT SWEET I WAS A FOOL AND WASTED BREAD AND THE BIRDS HAD BREAD TO EAT
 of his blood. For the Saxon Franklin sorrowed For the things that had been fair; For the dear dead woman, crimson-clad, And the great feasts and the friends he had; But the Celtic prince's soul was sad For the things that never were. In the eyes Italian all things But a black laughter died; And Alfred flung his shield to earth And smote his breast and cried-- "I wronged a man to his slaying, And a woman to her shame, And once I looked on a sworn maid That was wed to the Holy Name. "And once I took my neighbour's wife, That was bound to an eastland man, In the starkness of my evil youth, Before my griefs began. "People, if you have any prayers, Say prayers for me: And lay me under a Christian stone In that lost land I thought my own, To wait till the holy horn is blown, And all poor men are free." Then Eldred of the idle farm Leaned on his ancient sword, As fell his heavy words and few; And his eyes were of such alien blue As gleams where the Northman saileth new Into an unknown fiord. WED AS HE STOOD IN THE FASHION OF HIS BLOOD FOR THE SAXON FRANKLIN SORROWED FOR THE THINGS THAT HAD BEEN FAIR FOR THE DEAR DEAD WOMAN CRIMSON CLAD AND THE GREAT FEASTS AND THE FRIENDS HE HAD BUT THE CELTIC PRINCE'S SOUL WAS SAD FOR THE THINGS THAT NEVER WERE IN THE EYES ITALIAN ALL THINGS BUT A BLACK LAUGHTER DIED AND ALFRED FLUNG HIS SHIELD TO EARTH AND SMOTE HIS BREAST AND CRIED I WRONGED A MAN TO HIS SLAYING AND A WOMAN TO HER SHAME AND ONCE I LOOKED ON A SWORN MAID THAT WAS WED TO THE HOLY NAME AND ONCE I TOOK MY NEIGHBOUR'S WIFE THAT WAS BOUND TO AN EASTLAND MAN IN THE STARKNESS OF MY EVIL YOUTH BEFORE MY GRIEFS BEGAN PEOPLE IF YOU HAVE ANY PRAYERS SAY PRAYERS FOR ME AND LAY ME UNDER A CHRISTIAN STONE IN THAT LOST LAND I THOUGHT MY OWN TO WAIT TILL THE HOLY HORN IS BLOWN AND ALL POOR MEN ARE FREE THEN ELDRED OF THE IDLE FARM LEANED ON HIS HEAVY SWORD AS FELL WITH HEAVY WORDS AND FEW AND HIS EYES WERE OF SUCH ALIEN BLUE AS GLEAMS WHERE THE NORTH MAN SAILETH NEW INTO AN UNKNOWN FORD
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