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"There is always a thing forgotten When all the world goes well; A thing forgotten, as long ago, When the gods forgot the mistletoe, And soundless as an arrow of snow The arrow of anguish fell. THERE IS ALWAYS A THING FORGOTTEN WHEN ALL THE WORLD GOES WELL A THING FORGOTTEN AS LONG AGO WHEN THE GODS FORGOT THE MISTLETOE AND SOUNDLESS AS AN ARROW OF SNOW THE ARROW OF ANGUISH FELL
are on the mountain height." King Guthrum smiled a little, And said, "It is enough, Nephew, let Elf retune the string; A boy must needs like bellowing, But the old ears of a careful king Are glad of songs less rough." Blue-eyed was Elf the minstrel, With womanish hair and ring, Yet heavy was his hand on sword, Though light upon the string. And as he stirred the strings of the harp To notes but four or five, The heart of each man moved in him Like a babe buried alive. And they felt the land of the folk-songs Spread southward of the Dane, And they heard the good Rhine flowing In the heart of all Allemagne. They felt the land of the folk-songs, Where the gifts hang on the tree, Where the girls give ale at morning And the tears come easily. The mighty people, womanlike, That have pleasure in their pain As he sang of Balder beautiful, Whom the heavens loved in vain. As he sang of Balder beautiful, Whom the heavens could not save, Till the world was like a sea of tears And every soul a wave. LUNDER OF THOR WE HUNT YOU A HARE ON THE MOUNTAIN HEIGHT KING GUTHRUM SMILED A LITTLE AND SAID IT IS ENOUGH NEPHEW LET ELF RETURN THE STRING A BOY MUST NEED LIKE BELLOWING BUT THE OLD EARS OF A CAREFUL KING ARE GLAD OF SONGS LESS ROUGH BLUE EYED WAS ELF THE MINSTREL WITH WOMANISH HAIR AND RING YET HEAVY WAS HIS HAND ON SWORD THOUGH LIGHT UPON THE STRING AND HE STIRRED THE STRINGS OF THE HARP TO NOTES BUT FOUR OR FIVE THE HEART OF EACH MAN MOVED IN HIM LIKE A BABE BURIED ALIVE AND THEY FELT THE LAND OF THE FOLK SONGS SPREAD SOUTHWARD OF THE DANE AND THEY HEARD OF THE GOOD RHYND FOLLOWING IN THE HEART OF ALL ALAMAIN THEY FELT THE LAND OF THE FOLK SONGS WHERE THE GIFTS HANG ON THE TREE WHERE THE GIRLS GIVE AIL AT MORNING AND THE TEARS COME EASILY THE MIGHTY PEOPLE WOMANLIKE THEY HAVE PLEASURE IN THEIR PAIN AND HE SANG OF BELDAR BEAUTIFUL WHOM THE HEAVENS LOVED IN VAIN AS HE SANG OF BALDA BEAUTIFUL WHOM THE HEAVENS COULD NOT SAVE TILL THE WORLD WAS LIKE A SEA OF TEARS AND EVERY SOUL A WAVE
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