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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409662" 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 VI. -- The Wraith Of Odin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The guests were loud, the ale was strong,<br>King Olaf feasted late and long;<br>The hoary Scalds together sang;<br>O'erhead the smoky rafters rang.<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The door swung wide, with creak and din;<br>A blast of cold night-air came in,<br>And on the threshold shivering stood<br>A one-eyed guest, with cloak and hood.<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King exclaimed, 'O graybeard pale!<br>Come warm thee with this cup of ale.'<br>The foaming draught the old man quaffed,<br>The noisy guests looked on and laughed.<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then spake the King: 'Be not afraid;<br>Sit here by me.' The guest obeyed,<br>And, seated at the table, told<br>Tales of the sea, and Sagas old.<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever, when the tale was o'er,<br>The King demanded yet one more;<br>Till Sigurd the Bishop smiling said,<br>''T is late, O King, and time for bed.'<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King retired; the stranger guest<br>Followed and entered with the rest;<br>The lights were out, the pages gone,<br>But still the garrulous guest spake on.<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As one who from a volume reads,<br>He spake of heroes and their deeds,<br>Of lands and cities he had seen,<br>And stormy gulfs that tossed between.<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then from his lips in music rolled<br>The Havamal of Odin old,<br>With sounds mysterious as the roar<br>Of billows on a distant shore.<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Do we not learn from runes and rhymes<br>Made by the gods in elder times,<br>And do not still the great Scalds teach<br>That silence better is than speech?'<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smiling at this, the King replied,<br>'Thy lore is by thy tongue belied;<br>For never was I so enthralled<br>Either by Saga-man or Scald,'<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bishop said, 'Late hours we keep!<br>Night wanes, O King! 't is time for sleep!'<br>Then slept the King, and when he woke<br>The guest was gone, the morning broke.<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They found the doors securely barred,<br>They found the watch-dog in the yard,<br>There was no footprint in the grass,<br>And none had seen the stranger pass.<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Olaf crossed himself and said:<br>'I know that Odin the Great is dead;<br>Sure is the triumph of our Faith,<br>The one-eyed stranger was his wraith.'<br>Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.</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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King Olaf feasted late and long;
The hoary Scalds together sang;
O'erhead the smoky rafters rang.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang. 

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A blast of cold night-air ca..."></div>
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