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The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (A Selection)


 


XV
A LITTLE BIRD IN THE AIR


A little bird in the air
Is singing of Thyri the fair,
        The sister of Svend the Dane;
And the song of the garrulous bird
In the streets of the town is heard,
        And repeated again and again.
                Hoist up your sails of silk,
                And flee away from each other.

To King Burislaf, it is said,
Was the beautiful Thyri wed,
        And a sorrowful bride went she;
And after a week and a day,
She has fled away and away,
        From his town by the stormy sea.
                Hoist up your sails of silk,
                And flee away from each other.

They say, that through heat and through cold,
Through weald, they say, and through wold,
        By day and by night, they say,
She has fled; and the gossips report
She has come to King Olaf's court,
        And the town is all in dismay.
                Hoist up your sails of silk,
                And flee away from each other.

It is whispered King Olaf has seen,
Has talked with the beautiful Queen;
        And they wonder how it will end;
For surely, if here she remain,
It is war with King Svend the Dane,
        And King Burislaf the Vend!
                Hoist up your sails of silk,
                And flee away from each other.

O, greatest wonder of all!
It is published in hamlet and hall,
        It roars like a flame that is fanned!
The King --- yes, Olaf the King ---
Has wedded her with his ring,
        And Thyri is Queen in the land!
                Hoist up your sails of silk,
                And flee away from each other.

XVI
QUEEN THYRI AND THE ANGELICA STALKS


Northward over Drontheim,
Flew the clamorous sea-gulls,
Sang the lark and linnet
        From the meadows green;

Weeping in her chamber,
Lonely and unhappy,
Sat the Drottning Thyri,
        Sat King Olaf's Queen.

In at all the windows
Streamed the pleasant sunshine,
On the roof above her
        Softly cooed the dove;

But the sound she heard not,
Nor the sunshine heeded,
For the thoughts of Thyri
        Were not thoughts of love.

Then King Olaf entered,
Beautiful as morning,
Like the sun at Easter
        Shone his happy face;

In his hand he carried
Angelicas uprooted,
With delicious fragrance
        Filling all the place.

Like a rainy midnight
Sat the Drottning Thyri,
Even the smile of Olaf
        Could not cheer her gloom;

Nor the stalks he gave her
With a gracious gesture,
And with words as pleasant
        As their own perfume.

In her hands he placed them,
And her jewelled fingers
Through the green leaves glistened
        Like the dews of morn;

But she cast them from her,
Haughty and indignant,
On the floor she threw them
        With a look of scorn.

"Richer presents," said she,
"Gave King Harald Gormson
To the Queen, my mother,
        Than such worthless weeds;

"When he ravaged Norway,
Laying waste the kingdom,
Seizing scatt and treasure
        For her royal needs.

"But thou darest not venture
Through the Sound to Vendland,
My domains to rescue
        From King Burislaf;

"Lest King Svend of Denmark,
Forked Beard, my brother,
Scatter all thy vessels
        As the wind the chaff."

Then up sprang King Olaf,
Like a reindeer bounding,
With an oath he answered
        Thus the luckless Queen:

"Never yet did Olaf
Fear King Svend of Denmark;
This right hand shall hale him
        By his forked chin!"

Then he left the chamber,
Thundering through the doorway,
Loud his steps resounded
        Down the outer stair.

Smarting with the insult,
Through the streets of Drontheim
Strode he red and wrathful,
        With his stately air.

All his ships he gathered,
Summoned all his forces,
Making his war levy
        In the region round;

Down the coast of Norway,
Like a flock of sea-gulls,
Sailed the fleet of Olaf
        Through the Danish Sound.

With his own hand fearless,
Steered he the Long Serpent,
Strained the creaking cordage,
        Bent each boom and gaff;

Till in Vendland landing,
The domains of Thyri
He redeemed and rescued
        From King Burislaf.

Then said Olaf, laughing,
"Not ten yoke of oxen
Have the power to draw us
        Like a woman's hair!

"Now will I confess it,
Better things are jewels
Than angelica stalks are
        For a Queen to wear."



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