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Thick thunder of the snorting swine, / Enormous in the gloam, / Rending among all roots that cling, / And the wild horses whinnying, / Were the night's noises when the King / Shouldering his harp, went home.
With eyes of owl and feet of fox, / Full of all thoughts he went; / He marked the tilt of the pagan camp, / The paling of pine, the sentries' tramp, / And the one great stolen altar-lamp / Over Guthrum in his tent.