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Then a stillness on his spirit fell, Before th' unearthly train, For he knew Valhalla's daughters well, The Choosers of the Slain! And a sudden-rising breeze Bore across the moaning seas To his car, their lofty strain.

There was arming heard on land and wave, When afar the sunlight spread, And the phantom-forms of the tide-worn cave With the twilight mists were fled.— But at eve, the kingly hand Of the battle-axe and brand Lay cold, on a pile of dead!F. H.