Poems: By Menella Bute Smedley | ||
The Priest's Speech.
“Odin hath spoken! The king of heavenAnswer dark to my prayer hath given;
Odin hath spoken a fearful thing,—
Hear, O people! and hear, O King!
The vow ye but this moment heard
Is in the far sky registered.
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Shuns the vow his lip hath made!
Dreary life shall the doomed one lead,
And his grasp, when life is fled,
Never shall take the bowl of mead
From the hand of the mighty dead;
An honourless doom shall lay him low!—
Woe, for my lips have said it, woe!”
Poems: By Menella Bute Smedley | ||