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The Collected Works of William Morris

With Introductions by his Daughter May Morris

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45

Now nought King Gudrod gainsayeth, and men dight the hazelled field,
And there on the morrow morning they clash the sword and shield,
And the fallow blades are leaping: short is the tale to tell,
For with the third stroke stricken to field King Gudrod fell.
So there in the holm they lay him; and plenteous store of gold
Sinfiotli lays beside him amid that hall of mould;
“For he gripped,” saith the son of Sigmund, “and gathered for such a day.”