When the sun in the second dawn Cloudward rising no mast had drawn, Grew to a storm their clamor: "Where is the great Long Serpent? Cometh never Olaf Trygvason?" Silent, silent that moment bound, Stood they all; for from ocean's ground Sighed round the fleet a muffled: "Taken the great Long Serpent, Fallen is Olaf Trygvason." Ever since, through so many a year, Norway's ships must beside them hear, Clearest in nights of moonshine: "Taken the great Long Serpent, Fallen is Olaf Trygvason." A SIGH Evening sunshine never Solace to my window bears, Morning sunshine elsewhere fares;-- Here are shadows ever. Sunshine freely falling, Wilt thou not my chamber find? Here some rays would reach a mind, 'Mid the dark appalling. Morning sunshine's gladness, Oh, thou art my childhood bright; While _thou_ playest pure and white, _I_ would weep in sadness. Evening sunshine's whiling, Oh, thou art the wise man's rest;-- Farther on! Then from the west Greet my window smiling! Morning sunshine's singing, Oh, thou art the fantasy That the sun-glad world lifts free, Past my powers' winging. Evening sunshine's quiet, Thou art more than wisdom's rest, Christian faith glows in thee blest: Calm my soul's wild riot! TO A GODSON (1861) (With an album containing portraits of all those who at the time of his birth were leaders in the intellectual and political world.) Here hast thou before thee that constellation Whereunder was born thy light; These stars in the vault of high thoughts' mutation Will fashion thy life with might. Their prophecy, little one, we cannot know, They light up the way that, unknown, thou shalt go And kindle the thoughts that within shall glow. Thou first shalt them gather, Then choose thine own,-- So canst thou the rather Grope on alone. BERGLIOT (See Note 11) (Harald Haardraade's saga, towards the end of Chapter 45, reads thus: When Einar Tambarskelve's wife Bergliot, who had remained behind in her lodgings in the town, learned of the death of her husband and of her sort, she went straight to the royal residence, where the armed force of peasants was, and eagerly urged them to fight. But in that very moment the King (Harald) rowed out along the river. Then said Bergliot: "Now miss we here my kinsman, Haakon Ivarson; never should Einar's murderer row out along the river, if Haakon stood here on the river-bank.") (In her lodgings) To-day King Harald Must hold his ting-peace; For Einar has here Five hundred peasants. Our son Eindride Safeguards his father, Who goes in fearless The King defying. Thus maybe Harald, Mindful that Einar Has crowned in Norway Two men with kingship, Will grant that peace be, On law well grounded; This was his promise, His people's longing.--