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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409608" 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 V. -- The Skerry Of Shrieks</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now from all King Olaf's farms<br>His men-at-arms<br>Gathered on the Eve of Easter;<br>To his house at Angvalds-ness<br>Fast they press,<br>Drinking with the royal feaster. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loudly through the wide-flung door<br>Came the roar<br>Of the sea upon the Skerry;<br>And its thunder loud and near<br>Reached the ear,<br>Mingling with their voices merry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hark!' said Olaf to his Scald,<br>Halfred the Bald,<br>'Listen to that song, and learn it!<br>Half my kingdom would I give,<br>As I live,<br>If by such songs you would earn it! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For of all the runes and rhymes<br>Of all times,<br>Best I like the ocean's dirges,<br>When the old harper heaves and rocks,<br>His hoary locks<br>Flowing and flashing in the surges!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Halfred answered: 'I am called<br>The Unappalled!<br>Nothing hinders me or daunts me.<br>Hearken to me, then, O King,<br>While I sing<br>The great Ocean Song that haunts me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will hear your song sublime<br>Some other time,'<br>Says the drowsy monarch, yawning,<br>And retires; each laughing guest<br>Applauds the jest;<br>Then they sleep till day is dawning. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Facing up and down the yard,<br>King Olaf's guard<br>Saw the sea-mist slowly creeping<br>O'er the sands, and up the hill,<br>Gathering still<br>Round the house where they were sleeping. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was not the fog he saw,<br>Nor misty flaw,<br>That above the landscape brooded;<br>It was Eyvind Kallda's crew<br>Of warlocks blue<br>With their caps of darkness hooded! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round and round the house they go,<br>Weaving slow<br>Magic circles to encumber<br>And imprison in their ring<br>Olaf the King,<br>As he helpless lies in slumber. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then athwart the vapors dun<br>The Easter sun<br>Streamed with one broad track of splendor!<br>In their real forms appeared<br>The warlocks weird,<br>Awful as the Witch of Endor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blinded by the light that glared,<br>They groped and stared,<br>Round about with steps unsteady;<br>From his window Olaf gazed,<br>And, amazed,<br>'Who are these strange people?' said he. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Eyvind Kallda and his men!'<br>Answered then<br>From the yard a sturdy farmer;<br>While the men-at-arms apace<br>Filled the place,<br>Busily buckling on their armor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the gates they sallied forth,<br>South and north,<br>Scoured the island coast around them,<br>Seizing all the warlock band,<br>Foot and hand<br>On the Skerry's rocks they bound them. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And at eve the king again<br>Called his train,<br>And, with all the candles burning,<br>Silent sat and heard once more<br>The sullen roar<br>Of the ocean tides returning. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shrieks and cries of wild despair<br>Filled the air,<br>Growing fainter as they listened;<br>Then the bursting surge alone<br>Sounded on;--<br>Thus the sorcerers were christened! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sing, O Scald, your song sublime,<br>Your ocean-rhyme,'<br>Cried King Olaf: 'it will cheer me!'<br>Said the Scald, with pallid cheeks,<br>'The Skerry of Shrieks<br>Sings too loud for you to hear me!'</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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His men-at-arms
Gathered on the Eve of Easter;
To his house at Angvalds-ness
Fast they press,
Drinking with the royal feaster. 

Loudly through the wide-flung door
Came the roar
Of the sea upon the Skerry;
And its th..."></div>
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