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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409664" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tegner's Drapa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heard a voice, that cried, <br>&quot;Balder the Beautiful <br>Is dead, is dead!&quot; <br>And through the misty air <br>Passed like the mournful cry <br>Of sunward sailing cranes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the pallid corpse <br>Of the dead sun <br>Borne through the Northern sky. <br>Blasts from Niffelheim <br>Lifted the sheeted mists <br>Around him as he passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the voice forever cried, <br>&quot;Balder the Beautiful <br>Is dead, is dead!&quot; <br>And died away <br>Through the dreary night, <br>In accents of despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Balder the Beautiful,<br>God of the summer sun, <br>Fairest of all the Gods! <br>Light from his forehead beamed, <br>Runes were upon his tongue, <br>As on the warrior's sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All things in earth and air <br>Bound were by magic spell <br>Never to do him harm; <br>Even the plants and stones; <br>All save the mistletoe, <br>The sacred mistletoe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hoeder, the blind old God, <br>Whose feet are shod with silence,<br>Pierced through that gentle breast <br>With his sharp spear, by fraud,<br>Made of the mistletoe!<br>The accursed mistletoe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They laid him in his ship,<br>With horse and harness,<br>As on a funeral pyre. <br>Odin placed <br>A ring upon his finger, <br>And whispered in his ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They launched the burning ship!<br>It floated far away <br>Over the misty sea,<br>Till like the sun it seemed, <br>Sinking beneath the waves. <br>Balder returned no more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So perish the old Gods!<br>But out of the sea of Time<br>Rises a new land of song,<br>Fairer than the old.<br>Over its meadows green<br>Walk the young bards and sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Build it again, <br>O ye bards, <br>Fairer than before;<br>Ye fathers of the new race, <br>Feed upon morning dew, <br>Sing the new Song of Love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The law of force is dead!<br>The law of love prevails! <br>Thor, the thunderer,<br>Shall rule the earth no more,<br>No more, with threats,<br>Challenge the meek Christ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing no more, <br>O ye bards of the North, <br>Of Vikings and of Jarls! <br>Of the days of Eld<br>Preserve the freedom only, <br>Not the deeds of blood!</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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&quot;Balder the Beautiful 
Is dead, is dead!&quot; 
And through the misty air 
Passed like the mournful cry 
Of sunward sailing cranes.

I saw the pallid corpse 
Of the dead sun 
Borne through the Northern sky. 
Blasts..."></div>
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