THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE
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, Æons on æons 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!
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