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ARNLJOT GELLINE
Broad-axe in his right, shield in his left.
Loud sang the skalds:
“Through the fury
Of the western tempest
Seest thou Norway’s
Sun uprising.
Blood-red falling
Its light on the mountain,
As of yore blood-red
Peace fell from heaven.
Lofty the claim
Of the cross,O King,
Be thou leader,
Thee we follow!”
Forward the host marched, jubilant, gleaming,
Flanked on either side by the tempest,
Dark walling it round.
But on the singing and milk-white bridge
Hair was not lifted, and lights did not flicker.
Onward it passed, far over the mountains,
Like a star it came, like a star it vanished.
Long he stood there.— Then lay he down
Upon his face, and awe-struck whispered:
«Was it only a dream that passed before me,
Yet was it more than all my waking;
It was life itself... .
The life I will henceforth live!
Olaf Haraldsson, King of Norway,
He it was;—him have I chosen!
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