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‘Too late, Gaffer Fine!’ cried Esbern Snare;
And Troll and pillar vanished in air!

That night the harvesters heard the sound
Of a woman sobbing underground,
And the voice of the Hill-Troll loud with blame
Of the careless singer who told his name.

Of the Troll of the Church they sing the rune
By the Northern Sea in the harvest moon;
And the fishers of Zealand hear him still
Scolding his wife in Ulshoi hill.

And seaward over its groves of birch
Still looks the tower of Kallundborg church,
Where, first at its altar, a wedded pair,
Stood Helva of Nesvek and Esbern Snare!


‘What,’ asked the Traveller, “would our sires,
     The old Norse story-tellers, say
Of sun-graved pictures, ocean wires,
     And smoking steamboats of to-day?
And this, O lady, by your leave,
     Recalls your song of yester eve:
Pray, let us have that Cable-hymn once more.”
     ‘Hear, hear!’ the Book-man cried, “the lady has the floor.

“These noisy waves below perhaps
     To such a strain will lend their ear,
With softer voice and lighter lapse
     Come stealing up the sands to hear,

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