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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.

Introductory to Norway

Song of Harold Harfager

By Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)

THE SUN is rising dimly red,

The wind is wailing low and dread;

From his cliff the eagle sallies,

Leaves the wolf his darksome valleys;

In the midst the ravens hover,

Peep the wild dogs from the cover,

Screaming, croaking, baying, yelling,

Each in his wild accents telling,

“Soon we feast on dead and dying,

Fair-haired Harold’s flag is flying.”

Many a crest on air is streaming,

Many a helmet darkly gleaming,

Many an arm the axe uprears,

Doomed to hew the wood of spears.

All along the crowded ranks

Horses neigh and armor clanks;

Chiefs are shouting, clarions ringing,

Louder still the bard is singing,

“Gather footmen, gather horsemen,

To the field, ye valiant Norsemen!

“Halt ye not for food or slumber,

View not vantage, count not number;

Jolly reapers, forward still,

Grow the crop on vale or hill,

Thick or scattered, stiff or lithe,

It shall down before the scythe.

Forward with your sickles bright,

Reap the harvest of the fight.—

Onward footmen, onward horsemen,

To the charge, ye gallant Norsemen!

“Fatal choosers of the slaughter,

O’er you hovers Odin’s daughter;

Hear the choice she spreads before ye,—

Victory and wealth and glory;

Or old Valhalla’s roaring hail,

Her ever-circling mead and ale,

Where for eternity unite

The joys of wassail and of fight.

Headlong forward, foot and horsemen,

Charge and fight, and die like Norsemen.”