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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.
VI. The Wraith of Odin
 
THE GUESTS were loud, the ale was strong,
King Olaf feasted late and long;
The hoary Scalds together sang;
O’erhead the smoky rafters rang.
    Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.        5
 
The door swung wide, with creak and din
A blast of cold night-air came in,
And on the threshold shivering stood
A one-eyed guest, with cloak and hood.
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The King exclaimed, “O graybeard pale!
Come warm thee with this cup of ale.”
The foaming draught the old man quaffed,
The noisy guests looked on and laughed.
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Then spake the King: “Be not afraid:
Sit here by me.” The guest obeyed,
And, seated at the table, told
Tales of the sea, and Sagas old.
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And ever, when the tale was o’er,
The King demanded yet one more;
Till Sigard the Bishop smiling said,
“’T is late, O King, and time for bed.”
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The King retired; the stranger guest
Followed and entered with the rest;
The lights were out, the pages gone,
But still the garrulous guest spake on.
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As one who from a volume reads,
He spake of heroes and their deeds,
Of lands and cities he had seen,
And stormy gulfs that tossed between.
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Then from his lips in music rolled
The Havamal of Odin old,
With sounds mysterious as the roar
Of billows on a distant shore.
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“Do we not learn from runes and rhymes
Made by the gods in elder times,
And do not still the great Scalds teach
That silence better is than speech?”
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Smiling at this, the King replied,
“Thy lore is by thy tongue belied;
For never was I so enthralled
Either by Saga-man or Scald.”
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The Bishop said, “Late hours we keep!
Night wanes, O King! ’t is time for sleep!”
Then slept the King, and when he woke
The guest was gone, the morning broke.
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They found the doors securely barred,
They found the watch-dog in the yard,
There was no footprint in the grass,
And none had seen the stranger pass.
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King Olaf crossed himself and said:
“I know that Odin the Great is dead;
Sure is the triumph of our Faith,
The one-eyed stranger was his wraith.”
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