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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882).  Complete Poetical Works.  1893.
 
Tales of a Wayside Inn
Part First.
The Musician’s Tale: The Saga of King Olaf.
V. The Skerry of Shrieks
 
NOW from all King Olaf’s farms
        His men-at-arms
Gathered on the Eve of Easter;
To his house at Angvalds-ness
        Fast they press,        5
Drinking with the royal feaster.
 
Loudly through the wide-flung door
        Came the roar
Of the sea upon the Skerry;
And its thunder loud and near        10
        Reached the ear,
Mingling with their voices merry.
 
“Hark!” said Olaf to his Scald,
        Halfred the Bald,
“Listen to that song, and learn it!        15
Half my kingdom would I give,
        As I live,
If by such songs you would earn it!
 
“For of all the runes and rhymes
        Of all times,        20
Best I like the ocean’s dirges,
When the old harper heaves and rocks,
        His hoary locks
Flowing and flashing in the surges!”
 
Halfred answered: “I am called        25
        The Unappalled!
Nothing hinders me or daunts me.
Hearken to me, then, O King,
        While I sing
The great Ocean Song that haunts me.”        30
 
“I will hear your song sublime
        Some other time,”
Says the drowsy monarch, yawning,
And retires; each laughing guest
        Applauds the jest;        35
Then they sleep till day is dawning.
 
Pacing up and down the yard,
        King Olaf’s guard
Saw the sea-mist slowly creeping
O’er the sands, and up the hill,        40
        Gathering still
Round the house where they were sleeping.
 
It was not the fog he saw,
        Nor misty flaw,
That above the landscape brooded;        45
It was Eyvind Kallda’s crew
        Of warlocks blue
With their caps of darkness hooded!
 
Round and round the house they go,
        Weaving slow        50
Magic circles to encumber
And imprison in their ring
        Olaf the King,
As he helpless lies in slumber.
 
Then athwart the vapors dun        55
        The Easter sun
Streamed with one broad track of splendor!
In their real forms appeared
        The warlocks weird,
Awful as the Witch of Endor.        60
 
Blinded by the light that glared,
        They groped and stared,
Round about with steps unsteady;
From his window Olaf gazed,
        And, amazed,        65
“Who are these strange people?” said he,
 
“Eyvind Kallda and his men!”
        Answered then
From the yard a sturdy farmer;
While the men-at-arms apace        70
        Filled the place,
Busily buckling on their armor.
 
From the gates they sallied forth,
        South and north,
Scoured the island coast around them,        75
Seizing all the warlock band,
        Foot and hand
On the Skerry’s rocks they bound them.
 
And at eve the king again
        Called his train,        80
And, with all the candles burning,
Silent sat and heard once more
        The sullen roar
Of the ocean tides returning.
 
Shrieks and cries of wild despair        85
        Filled the air,
Growing fainter as they listened;
Then the bursting surge alone
        Sounded on;—
Thus the sorcerers were christened!        90
 
“Sing, O Scald, your song sublime,
        Your ocean-rhyme,”
Cried King Olaf: “it will cheer me!”
Said the Scald, with pallid cheeks,
        “The Skerry of Shrieks        95
Sings too loud for you to hear me!”
 
 
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