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IV. SCARBOROUGH CASTLE.
Grim Scardeborga—so our sages spellThe name the Vikings gave thee—since the night
When fierce Hardrada from thy rocky height
Rained flaky fires that on the fish-huts fell,
And left them ashes, never has the smell
Of fire passed from thee! Fury of the fight,
Zeal for the king or for the people's right,
Have flamed up fresh in yonder citadel.
But they who see thy fortress-cavern gape
High in the wall where once the faggot blazed,
Where now the winds blow desolate and cold,
May know two fires—though here imprisoned both,
Burn free—one, Mercy, in pure woman-shape;
One, zeal for God, a weaver-prophet raised.
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