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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
King Alfred and the Peasant Woman
By Anna Wickham
THROW me from the house—did he?
Well, to new chivalry that is no great thing!
I am my father’s daughter, lady!
And he’s a pretty figure in the ring.
But my man, my master, there he sat a-dreaming        5
While all the house might burn and he’d not sorrow;
Nor had I any warrant that his scheming
Would bring us any victory on the morrow.
And I spoke to him! Oh, I informed him!
He’d be a dead man if he were not stung;        10
Could any man keep hands down, and me lashing?
Friend, you insult my tongue!
I’d rather he fought me than missed his combats,
Though I’m not built for blows upon the heart.
Give me a breast-plate, and I’ll at ’em,        15
Though that’s fool-woman’s part!
I love him; and when he comes back with honor
After the fight I drove him to is won,
He’ll find his woman with her glory on her.
Please God, the child’s a son!        20

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