Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
The Belfry of Bruges and Other PoemsSongs. To an Old Danish Song Book
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Welcome to a foreign fireside,
While the sullen gales of autumn
Shake the windows.
Has, it seems, dealt harshly with thee,
Since, beneath the skies of Denmark,
First I met thee.
There are thumb-marks on thy margin,
Made by hands that clasped thee rudely
At the alehouse.
Yellow are thy time-worn pages,
As the russet, rain-molested
Leaves of autumn.
Scattered from hilarious goblets,
As the leaves with the libations
Of Olympus.
Days departed, half-forgotten,
When in dreamy youth I wandered
By the Baltic,—
The old ballad of King Christian
Shouted from suburban taverns
In the twilight.
Who, in solitary chambers,
And with hearts by passion wasted,
Wrote thy pages.
Where thy songs of love and friendship
Made the gloomy Northern winter
Bright as summer.
In his bleak, ancestral Iceland,
Chanted staves of these old ballads
To the Vikings.
At the court of old King Hamlet,
Yorick and his boon companions
Sang these ditties.
Sang them in their smoky barracks;—
Suddenly the English cannon
Joined the chorus!
Sailors on the roaring ocean,
Students, tradesmen, pale mechanics,
All have sung them.
They, alas! have left thee friendless!
Yet at least by one warm fireside
Art thou welcome.
In these wide, old-fashioned chimneys,
So thy twittering song shall nestle
In my bosom,—
Sheltered from all molestation,
And recalling by their voices
Youth and travel.