Death of The Old Sea-King.
’Twas a fearful night—the tempest ravedWith loud and wrathful pride,The storm-king harnessed his lightning steeds,And rode on the raging tide.The sea-king lay on his bed of death,Pale mourners around him bent;They knew the wild and fitful lifeOf their chief was almost spent.His ear was growing dull in deathWhen the angry storm he heard,The sluggish blood in the old man’s veinsWith sudden vigor stirred.“I hear them call,� cried the dying man,His eyes grew full of light;“Now bring me here my warrior robes,My sword and armor bright.“In the tempest’s lull I heard a voice,I knew ’twas Odin’s call.The Valkyrs are gathering round my bedTo lead me unto his hall.“Bear me unto my noblest ship,Light up a funeral pyre;I’ll walk to the palace of the bravesThrough a path of flame and fire.�Oh! wild and bright was the stormy lightThat flashed from the old man’s eye,As they bore him from the couch of deathTo his battle-ship to die,And lit with many a mournful torchThe sea-king’s dying bed,And like a banner fair and brightThe flames around him spread.But they heard no cry of anguishBreak through that fiery wall,With rigid brow and silent lipsHe was seeking Odin’s hall.Through a path of fearful splendor,While strong men held their breath,The brave old man went boldly forthAnd calmly talked with death.
’Twas a fearful night—the tempest ravedWith loud and wrathful pride,The storm-king harnessed his lightning steeds,And rode on the raging tide.The sea-king lay on his bed of death,Pale mourners around him bent;They knew the wild and fitful lifeOf their chief was almost spent.His ear was growing dull in deathWhen the angry storm he heard,The sluggish blood in the old man’s veinsWith sudden vigor stirred.“I hear them call,� cried the dying man,His eyes grew full of light;“Now bring me here my warrior robes,My sword and armor bright.“In the tempest’s lull I heard a voice,I knew ’twas Odin’s call.The Valkyrs are gathering round my bedTo lead me unto his hall.“Bear me unto my noblest ship,Light up a funeral pyre;I’ll walk to the palace of the bravesThrough a path of flame and fire.�Oh! wild and bright was the stormy lightThat flashed from the old man’s eye,As they bore him from the couch of deathTo his battle-ship to die,And lit with many a mournful torchThe sea-king’s dying bed,And like a banner fair and brightThe flames around him spread.But they heard no cry of anguishBreak through that fiery wall,With rigid brow and silent lipsHe was seeking Odin’s hall.Through a path of fearful splendor,While strong men held their breath,The brave old man went boldly forthAnd calmly talked with death.
’Twas a fearful night—the tempest ravedWith loud and wrathful pride,The storm-king harnessed his lightning steeds,And rode on the raging tide.
’Twas a fearful night—the tempest raved
With loud and wrathful pride,
The storm-king harnessed his lightning steeds,
And rode on the raging tide.
The sea-king lay on his bed of death,Pale mourners around him bent;They knew the wild and fitful lifeOf their chief was almost spent.
The sea-king lay on his bed of death,
Pale mourners around him bent;
They knew the wild and fitful life
Of their chief was almost spent.
His ear was growing dull in deathWhen the angry storm he heard,The sluggish blood in the old man’s veinsWith sudden vigor stirred.
His ear was growing dull in death
When the angry storm he heard,
The sluggish blood in the old man’s veins
With sudden vigor stirred.
“I hear them call,� cried the dying man,His eyes grew full of light;“Now bring me here my warrior robes,My sword and armor bright.
“I hear them call,� cried the dying man,
His eyes grew full of light;
“Now bring me here my warrior robes,
My sword and armor bright.
“In the tempest’s lull I heard a voice,I knew ’twas Odin’s call.The Valkyrs are gathering round my bedTo lead me unto his hall.
“In the tempest’s lull I heard a voice,
I knew ’twas Odin’s call.
The Valkyrs are gathering round my bed
To lead me unto his hall.
“Bear me unto my noblest ship,Light up a funeral pyre;I’ll walk to the palace of the bravesThrough a path of flame and fire.�
“Bear me unto my noblest ship,
Light up a funeral pyre;
I’ll walk to the palace of the braves
Through a path of flame and fire.�
Oh! wild and bright was the stormy lightThat flashed from the old man’s eye,As they bore him from the couch of deathTo his battle-ship to die,
Oh! wild and bright was the stormy light
That flashed from the old man’s eye,
As they bore him from the couch of death
To his battle-ship to die,
And lit with many a mournful torchThe sea-king’s dying bed,And like a banner fair and brightThe flames around him spread.
And lit with many a mournful torch
The sea-king’s dying bed,
And like a banner fair and bright
The flames around him spread.
But they heard no cry of anguishBreak through that fiery wall,With rigid brow and silent lipsHe was seeking Odin’s hall.
But they heard no cry of anguish
Break through that fiery wall,
With rigid brow and silent lips
He was seeking Odin’s hall.
Through a path of fearful splendor,While strong men held their breath,The brave old man went boldly forthAnd calmly talked with death.
Through a path of fearful splendor,
While strong men held their breath,
The brave old man went boldly forth
And calmly talked with death.