But soon a funeral hymn was heard Where the soft breath of evening stirred The tall, gray forest; and a band Of stern in heart, and strong in hand, They sang, that by his native bowers A dark cloak of the roebuck's skin Before, a dark-haired virgin train Stripped of his proud and martial dress, Uncurbed, unreined, and riderless, With darting eye, and nostril spread, And heavy and impatient tread, He came; and oft that eye so proud Asked for his rider in the crowd. They buried the dark chief, they freed Beside the grave his battle steed; And swift an arrow cleaved its way THE SKELETON IN ARMOR. Comest to daunt me! Why dost thou haunt me?" Then, from those cavernous eyes And, like the water's flow From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee.. 66 Oft to his frozen lair Oft through the forest dark Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Wild was the life we led; "Many a wassail-bout Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing. "Once as I told in glee Tales of the stormy sea, Soft eyes did gaze on me, And as the white stars shine "I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest 66 By the hawk frighted. Bright in her father's hall Shields gleamed upon the wall, Loud sang the minstrels all, Chaunting his glory; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, "While the brown ale he quaffed, Loud then the champion laughed. And as the wind-gusts waft The sea-foam brightly, So the loud laugh of scorn, "She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, Should not the dove so white Why did they leave that night "Scarce had I put to sea, Among the Norsemen!When on the white sea-strand, Waving his armèd hand, Saw we old Hildebrand, |