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Then Alfred, prince of England, And all the Christian earls, Unhooked their swords and held them up, Each offered to Colan, like a cup Of chrysolite and pearls. THEN ALFRED PRINCE OF ENGLAND AND ALL THE CHRISTIAN EARLS UNHOOKED THEIR SWORDS AND HELD THEM UP EACH OFFERED TO CALL IN LIKE A CUP OF CHRYSOLUTE AND PEARLS
, He snatched a bow in scorn From some mean slave, and bent it on Colan, whose doom grew dark; and shone Stars evil over Caerleon, In the place where he was born. For Colan had not bow nor sling, On a lonely sword leaned he, Like Arthur on Excalibur In the battle by the sea. To his great gold ear-ring Harold Tugged back the feathered tail, And swift had sprung the arrow, But swifter sprang the Gael. Whirling the one sword round his head, A great wheel in the sun, He sent it splendid through the sky, Flying before the shaft could fly-- It smote Earl Harold over the eye, And blood began to run. Colan stood bare and weaponless, Earl Harold, as in pain, Strove for a smile, put hand to head, Stumbled and suddenly fell dead; And the small white daisies all waxed red With blood out of his brain. And all at that marvel of the sword, Cast like a stone to slay, Cried out. Said Alfred: "Who would see Signs, must give all things. Verily Man shall not taste of victory Till he throws his sword away. PPING IN HIS ONWARD STRIDES HE SNATCHED A BOW IN SCORN FROM SOME MEAN SLAVE AND BENT IT ON COLIN WHOSE DOOM GREW DARK AND SHONE STARS EVIL OVER CARLION IN THE PLACE WHERE HE WAS BORN FOR COLIN HAD NOT BOW NOR SLING ON A LONELY SWORD LEANED HE LIKE ARTHUR ON EXCALIBUR IN THE BATTLE BY THE SEA TO HIS GREAT GOLD EARRING HAROLD TUGGED ABACK THE FEATHERED TAIL AND SWIFT HAD SPRUNG THE ARROW BUT SWIFTER SPRANG THE GALE WHIRLING THE ONE SWORD ROUND HIS HEAD A GREAT WHEEL IN THE SUN HE SPENT IT SPLENDID THROUGH THE SKY FLYING BEFORE THE SHAFT COULD FLY IT SMOTE EARL HAROLD OVER THE EYE AND THE BLOOD BEGAN TO RUN COLIN STOOD BARE AND WEAPONLESS EARL HAROLD AS IN PAIN STROVE FOR A SMILE PUT HAND TO HEAD STUMBLED AND SUDDENLY FELL DEAD AND THE SMALL WHITE DAISIES ALL WAXED RED WITH THE BLOOD OUT OF HIS BRAIN AND ALL AT THE MARVEL OF THE SWORD CAST LIKE A STONE TO SLAY CRIED OUT SAID ALFRED WHO WOULD SEE SIGNS MUST GIVE ALL THINGS VERILY MAN SHALL NOT TASTE OF VICTORY TILL HE THROWS HIS SWORD AWAY
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