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The Ballad of the White Horse
by G。K。 Chesterton
DEDICATION
Of great limbs gone to chaos；
A great face turned to night
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light？
Where seven sunken Englands
Lie buried one by one；
Why should one idle spade； I wonder；
Shake up the dust of thanes like thunder
To smoke and choke the sun？
In cloud of clay so cast to heaven
What shape shall man discern？
These lords may light the mystery
Of mastery or victory；
And these ride high in history；
But these shall not return。
Gored on the Norman gonfalon
The Golden Dragon died：
We shall not wake with ballad strings
The good time of the smaller things；
We shall not see the holy kings
Ride down by Severn side。
Stiff； strange； and quaintly coloured
As the broidery of Bayeux
The England of that dawn remains；
And this of Alfred and the Danes
Seems like the tales a whole tribe feigns
Too English to be true。
Of a good king on an island
That ruled once on a time；
And as he walked by an apple tree
There came green devils out of the sea
With sea…plants trailing heavily
And tracks of opal slime。
Yet Alfred is no fairy tale；
His days as our days ran；
He also looked forth for an hour
On peopled plains and skies that lower；
From those few windows in the tower
That is the head of a man。
But who shall look from Alfred's hood
Or breathe his breath alive？
His century like a small dark cloud
Drifts far； it is an eyeless crowd；
Where the tortured trumpets scream aloud
And the dense arrows drive。
Lady； by one light only
We look from Alfred's eyes；
We know he saw athwart the wreck
The sign that hangs about your neck；
Where One more than Melchizedek
Is dead and never dies。
Therefore I bring these rhymes to you
Who brought the cross to me；
Since on you flaming without flaw
I saw the sign that Guthrum saw
When he let break his ships of awe；
And laid peace on the sea。
Do you remember when we went
Under a dragon moon；
And ‘mid volcanic tints of night
Walked where they fought the unknown fight
And saw black trees on the battle…height；
Black thorn on Ethandune？
And I thought； 〃I will go with you；
As man with God has gone；
And wander with a wandering star；
The wandering heart of things that are；
The fiery cross of love and war
That like yourself； goes on。〃
O go you onward； where you are
Shall honour and laughter be；
Past purpled forest and pearled foam；
God's winged pavilion free to roam；
Your face； that is a wandering home；
A flying home for me。
Ride through the silent earthquake lands；
Wide as a waste is wide；
Across these days like deserts； when
Pride and a little scratching pen
Have dried and split the hearts of men；
Heart of the heroes； ride。
Up through an empty house of stars；
Being what heart you are；
Up the inhuman steeps of space
As on a staircase go in grace；
Carrying the firelight on your face
Beyond the loneliest star。
Take these； in memory of the hour
We strayed a space from home
And saw the smoke…hued hamlets； quaint
With Westland king and Westland saint；
And watched the western glory faint
Along the road to Frome。
BOOK I
THE VISION OF THE KING
Before the gods that made the gods
Had seen their sunrise pass；
The White Horse of the White Horse Vale
Was cut out of the grass。
Before the gods that made the gods
Had drunk at dawn their fill；
The White Horse of the White Horse Vale
Was hoary on the hill。
Age beyond age on British land；
Aeons on aeons gone；
Was peace and war in western hills；
And the White Horse looked on。
For the White Horse knew England
When there was none to know；
He saw the first oar break or bend；
He saw heaven fall and the world end；
O God； how long ago。
For the end of the world was long ago；
And all we dwell to…day
As children of some second birth；
Like a strange people left on earth
After a judgment day。
For the end of the world was long ago；
When the ends of the world waxed free；
When Rome was sunk in a waste of slaves；
And the sun drowned in the sea。
When Caesar's sun fell out of the sky
And whoso hearkened right
Could only hear the plunging
Of the nations in the night。
When the ends of the earth came marching in
To torch and cresset gleam。
And the roads of the world that lead to Rome
Were filled with faces that moved like foam；
Like faces in a dream。
And men rode out of the eastern lands；
Broad river and burning plain；
Trees that are Titan flowers to see；
And tiger skies； striped horribly；
With tints of tropic rain。
Where Ind's enamelled peaks arise
Around that inmost one；
Where ancient eagles on its brink；
Vast as archangels； gather and drink
The sacrament of the sun。
And men brake out of the northern lands；
Enormous lands alone；
Where a spell is laid upon life and lust
And the rain is changed to a silver dust
And the sea to a great green stone。
And a Shape that moveth murkily
In mirrors of ice and night；
Hath blanched with fear all beasts and birds；
As death and a shock of evil words
Blast a man's hair with white。
And the cry of the palms and the purple moons；
Or the cry of the frost and foam；
Swept ever around an inmost place；
And the din of distant race on race
Cried and replied round Rome。
And there was death on the Emperor
And night upon the Pope：
And Alfred； hiding in deep grass；
Hardened his heart with hope。
A sea…folk blinder than the sea
Broke all about his land；
But Alfred up against them bare
And gripped the ground and grasped the air；
Staggered； and strove to stand。
He bent them back with spear and spade；
With desperate dyke and wall；
With foemen leaning on his shield
And roaring on him when he reeled；
And no help came at all。
He broke them with a broken sword
A little towards the sea；
And for one hour of panting peace；
Ringed with a roar that would not cease；
With golden crown and girded fleece
Made laws under a tree。
The Northmen came about our land
A Christless chivalry：
Who knew not of the arch or pen；
Great； beautiful half…witted men
From the sunrise and the sea。
Misshapen ships stood on the deep
Full of strange gold and fire；
And hairy men； as huge as sin
With horned heads； came wading in
Through the long； low sea…mire。
Our towns were shaken of tall kings
With scarlet beards like blood：
The world turned empty where they trod；
They took the kindly cross of God
And cut it up for wood。
Their souls were drifting as the sea；
And all good towns and lands
They only saw with heavy eyes；
And broke with heavy hands；
Their gods were sadder than the sea；
Gods of a wandering will；
Who cried for blood like beasts at night；
Sadly； from hill to hill。
They seemed as trees walking the earth；
As witless and as tall；
Yet they took hold upon the heavens
And no help came at all。
They bred like birds in English woods；
They rooted like the rose；
When Alfred came to Athelney
To hide him from their bows
There was not English armour left；
Nor any English thing；
When Alfred came to Athelney
To be an English king。
For earthquake swallowing earthquake
Uprent the Wessex tree；
The whirlpool of the pagan sway
Had swirled his sires as sticks away
When a flood smites the sea。
And the great kings of Wessex
Wearied and sank in gore；
And even their ghosts in that great stress
Grew greyer and greyer； less and less；
With the lords that died in Lyonesse
And the king that comes no more。
And the God of the Golden Dragon
Was dumb upon his throne；
And the lord of the Golden Dragon
Ran in the woods alone。
And if ever he climbed the crest of luck
And set the flag before；
Returning as a wheel returns；
Came ruin and the rain that burns；
And all began once more。
And naught was left King Alfred
But shameful tears of rage；
In the island in the river
In the end of all his age。
In the island in the river
He was broken to his knee：
And he read； writ with an iron pen；
That God had wearied of Wessex men
And given their country； field and fen；
To the devils of the sea。
And he saw in a little picture；
Tiny and far away；
His mother sitting in Egbert's hall；
And a book she showed h
