Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
Tales of a Wayside InnPart First. The Musicians Tale: The Saga of King Olaf. XVI. Queen Thyri and the Angelica Stalks
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Flew the clamorous sea-gulls,
Sang the lark and linnet
From the meadows green;
Lonely and unhappy,
Sat the Drottning Thyri,
Sat King Olaf’s Queen.
Streamed the pleasant sunshine,
On the roof above her
Softly cooed the dove;
Nor the sunshine heeded,
For the thoughts of Thyri
Were not thoughts of love.
Beautiful as morning,
Like the sun at Easter
Shone his happy face;
Angelicas uprooted,
With delicious fragrance
Filling all the place.
Sat the Drottning Thyri,
Even the smile of Olaf
Could not cheer her gloom;
With a gracious gesture,
And with words as pleasant
As their own perfume.
And her jewelled fingers
Through the green leaves glistened
Like the dews of morn;
Haughty and indignant,
On the floor she threw them
With a look of scorn.
“Gave King Harald Gormson
To the Queen, my mother,
Than such worthless weeds;
Laying waste the kingdom,
Seizing scatt and treasure
For her royal needs.
Through the Sound to Vendland,
My domains to rescue
From King Burislaf;
Forked Beard, my brother,
Scatter all thy vessels
As the wind the chaff.”
Like a reindeer bounding,
With an oath he answered
Thus the luckless Queen:
Fear King Svend of Denmark;
This right hand shall hale him
By his forked chin!”
Thundering through the doorway,
Loud his steps resounded
Down the outer stair.
Through the streets of Drontheim
Strode he red and wrathful,
With his stately air.
Summoned all his forces,
Making his war levy
In the region round.
Like a flock of sea-gulls,
Sailed the fleet of Olaf
Through the Danish Sound.
Steered he the Long Serpent,
Strained the creaking cordage,
Bent each boom and gaff;
The domains of Thyri
He redeemed and rescued
From King Burislaf.
“Not ten yoke of oxen
Have the power to draw us
Like a woman’s hair!
Better things are jewels
Than angelica stalks are
For a queen to wear.”