{"product_id":"2940149653300","title":"The Ballad of the White Horse","description":"Of great limbs gone to chaos,\u003cbr\u003e          A great face turned to night—\u003cbr\u003e          Why bend above a shapeless shroud\u003cbr\u003e          Seeking in such archaic cloud\u003cbr\u003e          Sight of strong lords and light?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          Where seven sunken Englands\u003cbr\u003e          Lie buried one by one,\u003cbr\u003e          Why should one idle spade, I wonder,\u003cbr\u003e          Shake up the dust of thanes like thunder\u003cbr\u003e          To smoke and choke the sun?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          In cloud of clay so cast to heaven\u003cbr\u003e          What shape shall man discern?\u003cbr\u003e          These lords may light the mystery\u003cbr\u003e          Of mastery or victory,\u003cbr\u003e          And these ride high in history,\u003cbr\u003e          But these shall not return.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          Gored on the Norman gonfalon\u003cbr\u003e          The Golden Dragon died:\u003cbr\u003e          We shall not wake with ballad strings\u003cbr\u003e          The good time of the smaller things,\u003cbr\u003e          We shall not see the holy kings\u003cbr\u003e          Ride down by Severn side.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          Stiff, strange, and quaintly coloured\u003cbr\u003e          As the broidery of Bayeux\u003cbr\u003e          The England of that dawn remains,\u003cbr\u003e          And this of Alfred and the Danes\u003cbr\u003e          Seems like the tales a whole tribe feigns\u003cbr\u003e          Too English to be true.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          Of a good king on an island\u003cbr\u003e          That ruled once on a time;\u003cbr\u003e          And as he walked by an apple tree\u003cbr\u003e          There came green devils out of the sea\u003cbr\u003e          With sea-plants trailing heavily\u003cbr\u003e          And tracks of opal slime.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          Yet Alfred is no fairy tale;\u003cbr\u003e          His days as our days ran,\u003cbr\u003e          He also looked forth for an hour\u003cbr\u003e          On peopled plains and skies that lower,\u003cbr\u003e          From those few windows in the tower\u003cbr\u003e          That is the head of a man.\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"Starling and Black","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47101274325232,"sku":"2940149653300","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149653300_p0.jpg?v=1763720993","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149653300","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}