Meanwhile King Robert yielded to his The solemn ape demurely perched be His only friend the ape, his only food What others left, he still was unsubdued. And when the Angel met him on his way, And half in earnest, half in jest, would say, Sternly, though tenderly, that he might feel The velvet scabbard held a sword of steel, "Art thou the King?" the passion of his woe Burst from him in resistless overflow, And, lifting high his forehead, he would fling The haughty answer back, "I am, I am the King!" Almost three years were ended; when there came Ambassadors of great repute and name From Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine, Unto King Robert, saying that Pope Urbane By letter summoned them forthwith to He felt within a power unfelt before, And, kneeling humbly on his chamber floor, He heard the rushing garments of the Lord Sweep through the silent air, ascending heavenward. And now the visit ending, and once more | And when his courtiers came, they found Valmond returning to the Danube's shore, Homeward the Angel journeyed, and again The land was made resplendent with his train, Flashing along the towns of Italy And, seated on the throne in his great hall, He heard the Angelus from convent towers, As if the better world conversed with ours, He beckoned to King Robert to draw nigher, And with a gesture bade the rest retire; And when they were alone, the Angel said, "Art thou the King?" Then, bowing down his head, King Robert crossed both hands upon his breast, And meekly answered him: "Thou knowest best! My sins as scarlet are; let me go hence, And in some cloister's school of penitence, Across those stones, that pave the way to heaven, Walk barefoot, till my guilty soul be shriven !" him there Kneeling upon the floor, absorbed in silent prayer. And keep the loosened stones in place. THE MUSICIAN'S TALE. THE SAGA OF KING OLAF. I. THE CHALLENGE OF THOR. I AM the God Thor, Here amid icebergs Rule I the nations; This is my hammer, Miölner the mighty; Giants and sorcerers Cannot withstand it ! These are the gauntlets The light thou beholdest Jove is my brother; Force rules the world still, Thou art a God too, And thus single-handed II. KING OLAF'S RETU AND King Olaf heard the cry, Saw the red light in the sky, ; Laid his hand upon his sword, There he stood as one who dreamed; To avenge his father slain, Came the youthful Olaf home, Through the midnight sailing, sailing, Listening to the wild wind's wailing, To his thoughts the sacred name And the tale she oft had told Then strange memories crowded back How a stranger watched his face Scanned his features one by one, Saying, "We should know each other; I am Sigurd, Astrid's brother, Thou art Olaf, Astrid's son !" Then as Queen Allogia's page, Chief of all her men-at-arms; Then his cruisings o'er the seas, And to Scilly's rocky shore; All these thoughts of love and strife Northward in the summer night. Trained for either camp or court, Young and beautiful and tall; When at sea, with all his rowers, He along the bending oars Outside of his ship could run. He the Smalsor Horn ascended, And his shining shield suspended On its summit, like a sun. |