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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf IV. -- Queen Sigrid The Haughty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen Sigrid the Haughty sat proud and aloft<br>In her chamber, that looked over meadow and croft.<br>Heart's dearest,<br>Why dost thou sorrow so? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The floor with tassels of fir was besprent,<br>Filling the room with their fragrant scent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She heard the birds sing, she saw the sun shine,<br>The air of summer was sweeter than wine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a sword without scabbard the bright river lay<br>Between her own kingdom and Norroway. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Olaf the King had sued for her hand,<br>The sword would be sheathed, the river be spanned. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her maidens were seated around her knee,<br>Working bright figures in tapestry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And one was singing the ancient rune<br>Of Brynhilda's love and the wrath of Gudrun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And through it, and round it, and over it all<br>Sounded incessant the waterfall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Queen in her hand held a ring of gold,<br>From the door of Ladé's Temple old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Olaf had sent her this wedding gift,<br>But her thoughts as arrows were keen and swift. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had given the ring to her goldsmiths twain,<br>Who smiled, as they handed it back again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Sigrid the Queen, in her haughty way,<br>Said, 'Why do you smile, my goldsmiths, say?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they answered: 'O Queen! if the truth must be told,<br>The ring is of copper, and not of gold!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lightning flashed o'er her forehead and cheek,<br>She only murmured, she did not speak: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If in his gifts he can faithless be,<br>There will be no gold in his love to me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A footstep was heard on the outer stair,<br>And in strode King Olaf with royal air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He kissed the Queen's hand, and he whispered of love,<br>And swore to be true as the stars are above. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she smiled with contempt as she answered: 'O King,<br>Will you swear it, as Odin once swore, on the ring?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the King: 'O speak not of Odin to me,<br>The wife of King Olaf a Christian must be.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looking straight at the King, with her level brows,<br>She said, 'I keep true to my faith and my vows.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the face of King Olaf was darkened with gloom,<br>He rose in his anger and strode through the room. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why, then, should I care to have thee?' he said,--<br>'A faded old woman, a heathenish jade! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His zeal was stronger than fear or love,<br>And he struck the Queen in the face with his glove. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then forth from the chamber in anger he fled,<br>And the wooden stairway shook with his tread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen Sigrid the Haughty said under her breath,<br>'This insult, King Olaf, shall be thy death!'<br>Heart's dearest,<br>Why dost thou sorrow so?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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In her chamber, that looked over meadow and croft.
Heart's dearest,
Why dost thou sorrow so? 

The floor with tassels of fir was besprent,
Filling the room with their fragrant scent. 

She heard the bir..."></div>
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