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Odun spoke, and every eye
Beheld the reafen reared on high.
By the silver moonbeam lit,
They signed the cross, as they gazed on it.
All knew the tale, how magic power
Had wove it in the midnight hour.
While Denmark's royal sisters stood,
With streaming hair and hands of blood,
O'er the woof, as legends tell,
Muttering thus their hateful spell.—
Beheld the reafen reared on high.
By the silver moonbeam lit,
They signed the cross, as they gazed on it.
All knew the tale, how magic power
Had wove it in the midnight hour.
While Denmark's royal sisters stood,
With streaming hair and hands of blood,
O'er the woof, as legends tell,
Muttering thus their hateful spell.—
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