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XX. A LEGEND OF KING ARTHUR.
(AT SENNEN.)
Headland of battle, long as choughs shall fly—The birds with beak and talon wet with blood,
As long as Genvor rears her raven brood
To croak against the Dane, the victory
Of those nine Cornish kings can never die;
No mill-wheel turns to-day with crimson flood
But all who round the Table-mân take food
Must pray that Arthur's time again were by.
For once Excalibur with gleaming brand
Flashed hope to friend, confusion to the foe,
But Athelstane on Bollait's fateful field
Stamped British hearts to dust that could not yield,
And Arthur now on wings of night must go,
A deathless chough about a conquered land.
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