The Ballad of the White Horse by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
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Even as she spoke she was not, Nor any word said he, He only heard, still as he stood Under the old night's nodding hood, The sea-folk breaking down the wood Like a high tide from sea. He only heard the heathen men, Whose eyes are blue and bleak, Singing about some cruel thing Done by a great and smiling king In daylight on a deck. He only heard the heathen men, Whose eyes are blue and blind, Singing what shameful things are done Between the sunlit sea and the sun When the land is left behind. BOOK II THE GATHERING OF THE CHIEFS Up across windy wastes and up Went Alfred over the shaws, |
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