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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.
XII. King Olaf’s Christmas
 
AT Drontheim, Olaf the King
Heard the bells of Yule-tide ring,
    As he sat in his banquet-hall,
Drinking the nut-brown ale,
With his bearded Berserks hale        5
    And tall.
 
Three days his Yule-tide feasts
He held with Bishops and Priests,
    And his horn filled up to the brim;
But the ale was never too strong,        10
Nor the Saga-man’s tale too long,
    For him.
 
O’er his drinking-horn, the sign
He made of the cross divine,
    As he drank, and muttered his prayers;        15
But the Berserks evermore
Made the sign of the Hammer of Thor
    Over theirs.
 
The gleams of the fire-light dance
Upon helmet and hauberk and lance,        20
    And laugh in the eyes of the King;
And he cries to Halfred the Scald,
Gray-bearded, wrinkled, and bald,
    “Sing!”
 
“Sing me a song divine,        25
With a sword in every line,
    And this shall be thy reward.”
And he loosened the belt at his waist,
And in front of the singer placed
    His sword.        30
 
“Quern-biter of Hakon of Good,
Wherewith at a stroke he hewed
    The millstone through and through,
And Foot-breadth of Thoralf the Strong,
Were neither so broad nor so long,        35
    Nor so true.”
 
Then the Scald took his harp and sang,
And loud through the music rang
    The sound of that shining word;
And the harp-strings a clangor made,        40
As if they were struck with the blade
    Of a sword.
 
And the Berserks round about
Broke forth into a shout
    That made the rafters ring:        45
They smote with their fists on the board,
And shouted, “Long live the Sword,
    And the King!”
 
But the King said, “O my son,
I miss the bright word in one        50
    Of thy measures and they rhymes.”
And Halfred the Scald replied,
“In another ’t was multiplied
    Three times.”
 
Then King Olaf raised the hilt        55
Of iron, cross-shaped and gilt,
    And said, “Do not refuse;
Count well the gain and the loss,
Thor’s hammer or Christ’s cross:
    Choose!”        60
 
And Halfred the Scald said, “This
In the name of the Lord I kiss,
    Who on it was crucified!”
And a shout went round the board,
“In the name of Christ the Lord,        65
    Who died!”
 
Then over the waste of snows
The noonday sun uprose,
    Through the driving mists revealed,
Like the lifting of the Host,        70
By incense-clouds almost
    Concealed.
 
On the shining wall a vast
And shadowy cross was cast
    From the hilt of the lifted sword,        75
And in foaming cups of ale
The Berserks drank “Was-hael!
    To the Lord!”
 
 
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