THIS is the mound that holds the slain Who came to the meads to fight the Dane, Who came to the meads from hut and hall, Fair-haired Saxons lusty and tall, Earl and churl, and thane and thrall. For they went not back to hut and hall: On his golden bracelet swore the Dane That none should be left uncleft in twain. And this is the hillock that hides them all, This is the mound that holds the slain. For the Northman spared not great or small, Him of the hut or him of the hall, Earl or churl, or thane or thrall, And this is the barrow that hides them all; This is the mound that holds the slain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPY HOLLOW by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH TO A CHILD DURING SICKNESS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON A CONSECRATION by JOHN MASEFIELD THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER STILL FALLS THE RAIN; THE RAIDS, 1940. NIGHT AND DAWN by EDITH SITWELL |