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34 O what have Kings to answer for Before that awful throne! When thousand deaths for vengeance cry And ghosts accusing groan!

Like blazing comets in the sky That shake the stars of light, Which drop like fruit unto the earth Thro' the fierce burning night;

Like these did Gwin and Gordred meet, And the first blow decides; Down from the brow unto the breast Gordred his head divides!

Gwin fell: the Sons of Norway fled, All that remain'd alive; The rest did fill the vale of death, For them the eagles strive.

The river Dorman roll'd their blood Into the northern sea; Who mourn'd his sons, and overwhelm'd  The pleasant south country.