'All the old gods are dead, <br />All the wild warlocks fled; <br />But the White Christ lives and reigns, <br />And throughout my wide domains <br />His Gospel shall be spread!' <br />On the Evangelists <br />Thus swore King Olaf. <br /> <br />But still in dreams of the night <br />Beheld he the crimson light, <br />And heard the voice that defied <br />Him who was crucified, <br />And challenged him to the fight. <br />To Sigurd the Bishop <br />King Olaf confessed it. <br /> <br />And Sigurd the Bishop said, <br />'The old gods are not dead, <br />For the great Thor still reigns, <br />And among the Jarls and Thanes <br />The old witchcraft still is spread.' <br />Thus to King Olaf <br />Said Sigurd the Bishop. <br /> <br />'Far north in the Salten Fiord, <br />By rapine, fire, and sword, <br />Lives the Viking, Raud the Strong; <br />All the Godoe Isles belong <br />To him and his heathen horde.' <br />Thus went on speaking <br />Sigurd the Bishop. <br /> <br />'A warlock, a wizard is he, <br />And lord of the wind and the sea; <br />And whichever way he sails, <br />He has ever favoring gales, <br />By his craft in sorcery.' <br />Here the sign of the cross <br />Made devoutly King Olaf. <br /> <br />'With rites that we both abhor, <br />He worships Odin and Thor; <br />So it cannot yet be said, <br />That all the old gods are dead, <br />And the warlocks are no more,' <br />Flushing with anger <br />Said Sigurd the Bishop. <br /> <br />Then King Olaf cried aloud: <br />'I will talk with this mighty Raud, <br />And along the Salten Fiord <br />Preach the Gospel with my sword, <br />Or be brought back in my shroud!' <br />So northward from Drontheim <br />Sailed King Olaf!<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tales-of-a-wayside-inn-part-1-the-musician-s-tale-the-saga-of-king-olaf-x-raud-the-strong/
