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, Hoist up your sails of silk, O, greatest wonder of all! And Thyri is Queen in the land! 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, In at all the windows Softly cooed the dove; But the sound she heard not, 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 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, 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. Sooner than the word was spoken Einar's bow in twain was broken, "What was that?" said Olaf, standing 66 On the quarter-deck. Something heard I like the stranding Einar then, the arrow taking From the loosened string, Answered, "That was Norway breaking From thy hand, O King!" "Thou art but a poor diviner," Straightway Olaf said; "Take my bow, and swifter, Einar, Of his bows the fairest choosing, Einar saw the blood-drops oozing But the bow was thin and narrow; O'er its head he drew the arrow, Said, with hot and angry temper Then, with smile of joy defiant Scaled he, light and self-reliant, Loose his golden locks were flowing, XXI. KING OLAF'S DEATH-DRINK. ALL day has the battle raged, The vengeance of Eric the Earl. The decks with blood are red, And the spears the champions hurl. They drift as wrecks on the tide, Ah! never shall Norway again See her sailors come back o'er the main; They all lie wounded or slain, Or asleep in the billows blue! On the deck stands Olaf the King, 201 And the stones they hurl with their hands In the midst of the stones and the spears, Over the slippery wreck His lips with anger are pale; The voice of Saint John, "It is accepted The challenge of battle! But not with the weapons Of war that thou wieldest! "Cross against corselet, Hath power o'er the nations! "As torrents in summer, Half dried in their channels, Suddenly rise, though the Sky is still cloudless, For rain has been falling Far off at their fountains; "So hearts that are fainting Grow full to o'erflowing, And they that behold it Marvel, and know not That God at their fountains Far off has been raining! 46 Stronger than steel Is the sword of the Spirit ; "Thou art a phantom, Day dawns and thou art not! "The dawn is not distant, Nor is the night starless; Love is eternal! God is still God, and His faith shall not fail us; Christ is eternal!" I hear the prayer, with words that scorch Like sparks from an inverted torch, I hear the sermon upon sin, With threatenings of the last account. Reach me but as our dear Lord's Prayer, "Must it be Calvin, and not Christ? Or holy water, books, and beads? The Christian Church the year embalms "I know that yonder Pharisee I only stand and beat my breast, 64 Not to one church alone, but seven, For him that overcometh are The new name written on the stone, "Ah! to how many Faith has been "For others a diviner creed The Holy Ghost came from above. "And this brings back to me a tale 203 INTERLUDE. A STRAIN of music closed the tale, "Thank God," the Theologian said, "I stand without here in the porch, |