THE SKELETON IN ARMOR PEAK! speak! thou fearful guest! Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms, But with thy fleshless palms Stretched, as if asking alms, Why dost thou haunt me?" Then, from those cavernous eyes As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Came a dull voice of woe "I was a Viking old! No Saga taught thee! Take heed, that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee. "Far in the Northern Land, "Oft to his frozen lair Tracked I the grisly bear, While from my path the hare Fled like a shadow; Oft through the forest dark Until the soaring lark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, Many the hearts that bled, "Many a wassail-bout "Once as I told in glee Soft eyes did gaze on me, And as the white stars shine On that dark heart of mine "I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Yielding, yet half afraid, And in the forest's shade Our vows were plighted. Under its loosened vest Fluttered her little breast, Like birds within their nest By the hawk frighted. |