Poems: By Menella Bute Smedley | ||
The Decree of Odin.
“‘I loosened the bonds which bind
The Pestilence, my slave;
I sent him forth as the wind,
I bade him stand in the midst of the land
And make it one vast grave.
The Pestilence, my slave;
I sent him forth as the wind,
I bade him stand in the midst of the land
And make it one vast grave.
“‘Well hath his work been done,
But he is working still,
Scarce is the time begun,
And the dead must sink and the living shrink
Till achieved is Odin's will.
But he is working still,
Scarce is the time begun,
And the dead must sink and the living shrink
Till achieved is Odin's will.
“‘Take from the King his best,
The creature next his heart;
Then shall the land have rest,
Then will I chain the fierce Plague again.
I have said the word. Depart!’”
The creature next his heart;
Then shall the land have rest,
Then will I chain the fierce Plague again.
I have said the word. Depart!’”
Poems: By Menella Bute Smedley | ||